My recent existential despair has been sponsored in part by a grant from PMS, your one-stop shop for all things tearful and self-pitying. Please read accordingly.
I hope you take special requests, as this note is being written solely on behalf of another. swerve was accosted by the evil, villainous PMS (of whom I'm sure you're familiar) and you have the powers to smote the blasted beast. In case of emergency, I would highly recommend bringing along your trusty sidekick, Chocolate. Peace be with you, and I'll be calling upon your powers for personal reasons in the next week, just to give you a heads up.