Apologies

It's late, and I want to sleep. My bed is calling, but so is Darryl. The phone rings once, twice. I answer. "Talk about a pretentious load of crap. What the heck are you thinking? You better start explaining what you're up to before I smack you upside the head. First of all, I exist. Don't go all sophomoric philosophy on me. Phillip K. Dick could have pulled that off, but there's no way you're up to that kind of level. So cut it out, okay?"

So I have to apologize both to Darryl (for casting aspersions on his very being) and to my two readers, for inflicting that earlier Word on you. But what the heck, that's what the internet is all about, right?