I wouldn't be surprised if myriadwhispers makes it a point to avoid me after tonight. I sent her a message out of the blue, with nor warning, and pestered her pointless chatter until she finally tired of me and signed off.
If you're reading this, Dear Mary, I apologize for my boorish and boring ways, and hope you can forgive me. If not. . . well, that's okay too, I suppose. I'll simply resort to attempts at buying your forgiveness through cheesy gifts such as CDs filled with hand-picked bits of noise and stuff.
Good night, Fair Lady. Sleep well, and sweet dreams.