Text message acronyms ftw (for the win). I just checked my phone and see a whole bunch of people have called, and I’m sure I have email, and they’re probably all thinking the same thing. “Man, fuck Kris.” Either that or “what the hell, he’s like living on the moon anymore.”

The excuse this week (it’s a good one) is that we’ve got this annual fair thing Saturday that is probably our biggest selling day of the year (maybe second biggest, counting some day around Xmas, but it’s debatable). We’ve been getting ready for it. Poorly, so we’re rushing around and etc. at the moment. Two AM, I should have been in bed at ten. Ugh.

Anyway, patience is a virtue, and you guys will all be getting calls, emails, and in the case of mah boi who hasn’t been to the East coast in … too long, a big sloppy bear hug and one of those “I LOVE YOU, MAN!” moments. Looking forward to it–I’ll call uh Sunday night, probably, if I don’t keel the fuck over first.