Bob,
After I heard the news about your hiatus, I found myself filling the emptiness with food. With my money, time and life going down the food hole, I've taken to dumpster diving/living, in the receptacle behind Cobb's bakery. A steady diet of day-old baked goods has left me with the following ailments:
Banana Breath
Pumpkin pie pink eye
Lady fingers
Yeast infection
Cinnamon buns
Wheat belly
Whole wheat belly
Jelly roll belly
I suffer from donut holes
Focaccia fucked up back
Frosting tongue
Rolling pin arms
Flour lung
And I'm hypoglycemic.
I could go on, but this library is notorious for fights over the internet kiosks. Better split.