Where's the REDBULL?!

At about 2:30 this afternoon as my stomach started it's rebuttal on why I should make a deposit of food and my bladder screamed for a life jacket I knew I had to peel my expanding butt off my chair and take care of Maslow's hierarchy of needs. I was hungry, I had to pee, and my eyes were crossing. I quickly made myself a peanut butter sandwich and grabbed a bag of Fire Hot Cheetos and a diet coke. (my weakness definitely revolves around the 'tos' family - Cheetos, Fritos, Doritos, Tostitos - seriously, who can deny their love for the Tos' ...ok, ok, and then there was the invention of 'Munchies' - good gracious, talk about heaven in a bag. Cheetos, doritos, pretzels, and sun chips all wrapped up in one tiny little saturated fat bag!). Anyway, as I wrapped up my 2nd gallery today and headed off to two more shoots I called 5 of my neglected friends and family to alert them of my state of livlihood - simply put, i am still alive. POINT BEING - us photographers are insanely busy right now...And I PROMISE you, I am working as hard as I can to get your galleries to you! And as for the expanding rear (I guess I'd have to remember to EAT to allow expansion) but 2009 is JUST around the corner and I can't abandon the Tos' until then. Break-ups suck. ANOTHER REDBULL, POR FAVOR!!!! :)