You don't know how glad I am to be able to sit here and write this today. For a while there, I thought Rapid City was going through seven plagues, sent from the heavens by an indifferent God angered with our political candidates' squabbling over who is most conservative... on Monday came the swarm of campaign signs; on Tuesday the giant moths; cheerleaders on Wednesday; dandelion fluff on Thursday. Friday morning I woke up petrified, because not only were these banes to humanity everywhere, they didn't go away after twenty-four hours like the plagues of old. Only a God very detached from the world would put forth such a weak showing, as plagues go, and then leave the mortals to clean up after him, right?

Friday was just an ordinary day, however. No red food coloring falling from the sky, no common cold epidemic, and no sea of glass or whatever. The signs and everything else are still around, inexplicably enough, but I think it is safe enough to post now. So here I am again. I apologize for the long delay.

The sad bit is that I really have nothing to say. I guess I'll just say 'screw off' and end it here, because I'm a fake.