Charles, I'm late to the party partially because I've been obsessing over my inability to accurately capture my sentiment, and partially because I have other lives. Yes, lives. There, I said it. Oh, don't go all conspiracy theory on me, now. It's not like you couldn't see it coming. After all, who among us has absolute consistency from each venue and situation to the next. So, who are you to judge. I mean, really.
What?
Oh, Happy Birthday. Or, you know, whatever. I like bananas on my grilled peanut butter sandwich.
