Poor Mauro. He just woke up from a very, very bad napmare. (Like a nightmare but in the middle of the afternoon because that's when naps happen duh.) Now, Mauro doesn't really want to get into all the details right now, but he is trying to avoid any stimuli that could potentially trigger the memory of this particular napmare. From what we've gathered, those stimuli currently include his sophomore-year gym teacher Mr. Jenkins, five gallons of industrial-strength food-grade Super Lube, some bungee cords, one of those giant 24' rainbow parachutes they had in elementary school, his neighbor's pet tarantula Marlene, a tattered gray jockstrap, and two very badly curdled flans. We can't begin to imagine what all of those things have to do with one another, or the collective horrors they wreaked upon poor Mauro when their forces combined, but we're going to do our damnedest to keep an eye out so none of them crosses Mauro's path yet today. Anyways...that's what we're up to. How are you?