I know you're wondering where I am, but the truth is I got a letter from the IRS saying I owe even more than I thought, and I wouldn't even bring it up, because everyone's finances are sucky these days, but that's why I'm not here. I am just at the end of my rope and would not have any funny in me if you forced me to wear clown shoes.
I just need a few days to feel awful. And to sell Edsel.
wots?
