Apologies on radio silence / genital area

Esteemed sirs and madams:

I apologize for my lack of updates, but you see, there are two factors working against me here:

1) Blogger has not been loading properly for about a week and a half now, and
2) I am playing host to a Philip Ramge on top of the workin' and all, which is, as one might, assume a full-time job plus some.

However, rest assured, updates will be coming soon.

For now, ponder this fact, really for females only. I accidentally bought the mythical 'scented' menstural pads. Like, I figured they were something relegated to the history books, where it feels like you're making a choice, but really, there are only unleaded gasoline, unscented pads and food without MSG. Yet, here they are, on my shelf. Herb-scented. Like, I don't know how bad peoples' not-so-fresh feelings get, but would you rather you smell like rotisserie chicken? Agh, vile. Thank you a dozen times over, Korea, for this opportunity.