Damn — what an ugly, ugly, ugly week and a half it’s been: yet another round of instability and turbulence at work, a mexican soap opera with real estate agents, and my friends John and Noella picking up camp and moving to California. Plus: cats with contagious insomnia, plague, pox, and a tragic recurrence of my sweet tooth, long thought dead.

Seriously. Isn’t it about time for some karmic kickbacks?

On an entirely different note: Ms. Sheppard, you have expressed doubt that I have undertaken any Purrito experiments of my own. Please see the results of said experimentation here and rest assured that my people will *definitely* keep up with your people in Purrito research. So there.

Pardon me, I must now return to eating my half pound of stale “Good ‘n’ Plenty” candy.