If excuses are like aholes, do excuses get rim jobs?

Finals finals finals....those are my three excuses for not publishing on a regular basis. With the perceived obligations out of the way, maybe we can get to know each other a little better...did you just turn down the lights? I'm not really used to being in this kind of...um you're reclining on my arm. Yes your breath does smell nice, but how am I supposed to type if you're on my arm? With my mind?!? Pardon me, but this isn't the future...or is it? Wait, since when can cats talk?