Fallen off the monkey

I seemed to have fallen off the horse, as we might put it, and have not written in a while. There are lots of thoughts flowing through my head like the river Nile, but time has not been a good misstress to me, and I will have to expound on these thoughts like an old senile philosophy professor would, at a later date, not to be missunderstood as a date you might go on with a girl, but an actualy calendar date. Alas, I could write meaningless comparisons like these all day long, but alas, my misstress known as Time is shoeing me out the door like her husbands pulling into the driveway, and I muss go to ballet and the gym to work my wicked-ass dance skills and sculpt my Adonis-like body into the rippling model I always say I am. Lucky for me nobody has been whitness to a shirtless Andrew, so nobody really knows whether or not I am lying about my unbelievably sculpted and sexy body. I must say, however, that there should be no questioning here, since we all know I do not lie. Alas, I end today's writing with two words: Monkey Nuts. If it means anything to you, awesome, if not...awesome. Awesome.