Oh, dear. You know how it is. You get so obsessed in getting your life together you forget that there's an internet.
Meanwhile, I haven't uploaded anything for a year, and my inner Cid is beginning to clamber for my attention again. He's done everything short of clobbering me over the head with his spear.
"Write the rest of our story, goddammit!!!" He shouts, pushing a box of tea bags into my arms.
I'm afraid I have no choice now but to obey the pilot before he gets too upset to do anything else but holler at me for ignoring he and Vincent for a year.
Cid, there's really no need to toss that dynamite at me...what will you do if I blow up?
*runs away from the mad love-stricken pilot*