I see some of you people actually want the Reed creature to come out of hibernation and say something. She’s lying on the couch, watching Criminal Minds and reminiscing about the days she had a crush on Mandy Patinkin in The Princess Bride… ‘Hello, my name is Inigo Montoya. You killed my father. Prepare to die!’. But I digress. (Reed is catching). I’ll just go and fetch her for you.
Reed? Reed! Come here.
No, come here. You need to blog.
Yes, because now people worry if you don’t.
Oh, hey, don’t blame me, the blog was not my idea in the first place. You created the levels of expectation, now you deal with them.
What do you mean, you never want to touch a keyboard again?
Don’t make me come in there and drag you out by the hair. I will, I mean it.
Fine. I’m coming in. Stop shrieking. You drove me to this, it’s your own fault! This is hurting me more than it is hurting you!
Yes it is, because you have sunk your teeth into my wrist.
There. Now write something. And hurry up, because I want to go to bed.