losing the light

Hey, does anyone know what happened to last week? Raise your hand if you took last week. It's ok. I won't be mad. From all accounts it was a crappy week anyway and I don't really want it back. But I'm looking for leads on the guy with the light. Not all the light -- just the early morning and early evening light. I've worked it out with the D.A. and we're willing to grant amnesty in return for any leads on the thief of luminescence.

Anyone?

No?

'k.

I'm just having a very difficult time getting anything done in the dark. Sure, the lamps are working, feeling good about themselves even. All shining warmly. Providing a nice counterpoint to the cool glow of the television that compels my attention once the real light goes. But it's not like they're really helping. Even with all their soft yellow glow. Even with all their brave brightness. No, they're just glaring reminders that the real light's gone. Gone with its cheery doses of vitamin D and its happy little message that a day is more than an eight or nine hour stint in an amputated box that's missing half a wall. Frankly, the lamps and their on-ness, just put me in a foul mood. The lack of real light simply robs me of my sense of humor, not to mention any motivation to be productive in any facet of my life. Including the production of this site. So I'm sorry it's lain fallow this past week, but if you could just, you know, feel out your feelers, contact your contacts, connect with your connections, we can find the guy with the light, drag his ass back into town and get this thing up and running again.

Thanks.