I grant you permission to prod my neck or clasp my wrist. Indeed, I do still possess a pulse for I remain alive and nearly well.

I haven’t been ill, not really. I’ve been suffering from a malady known as overwork-itis and I am the cause of this affliction. I’ve worked 10 out of the last 13 nights, with tonight being my final night - number 11. Go me. After that, I’m off for a couple of weeks to catch my breath and catch up with you guys.

So much for my 100 post thing, you might possibly be thinking. Well, I am here to tell ya that 100 days hasn’t passed yet. I can still catch up. How do you know I won’t snort a shit load of crystal meth and stay up for 6 days and nights, doing nothing but blogging?

You know this, because I’m telling you, I shan’t be ingesting any horrible, crappy, man-made shite! This hippy don’t do class A drugs no more, anyway!

But I can still catch up. I haven’t counted to see how behind I am, but I’m sure its not an insurmountable number. This hippy is a hippy that can do! And does! And will…!

Fuck, I might start buying into my own hype. Naw, I’m far to cynical and clever for that. Besides, its not like I’m actually selling anything. Everything I do, I do for you, for free! When’s the last time you got an invoice from this hippy?

I wouldn’t know how to charge for this shit, anyway. Just send me your credit card numbers (and don’t forget the 3 digit signature strip number too) and I’ll buy myself something pretty, on you.

Wouldn’t you like to buy me something pretty? Like a Porsche? Nothing says you love me like a finely engineered German sports car. And I’m going to be 45 years old in January, don’t you think I’m ready for a mid-life-crisis mobile?

And speaking of gifts, I’m sure I’m not the only one who you’re shopping for because it’s Christmas soon. That means this hippy’s holiday shopping guide will be coming soon too. As a fervent consumer of everything, I am well-placed to help you choose gifts for people I’ve never met…as long as they are cool people, but if you’re reading my blog, you must be cool and everyone you know is cool too. It’s simple math, really.

Are you digging it? Groovy!