Indeed I am...But worry not, for I am glorious! I've taken this time away to get in touch with my inner-self, and have rediscovered myself. Rediscovered the passion of being me. I shall return, and shall return with the greatest gusto man has ever experienced. My return shall be far more than glorious, it shall be mind-blowingly spellbinding. I haven't slept in days. My mind is racing, there is no stopping it now. It's on a mission of it's own, and cannot be stopped until that mission has been fully carried out. My body is merely riding with the driver at this point. Keystrokes are pouring out of my fingertips. Letters are flying on the screen arranging themselves to form words. Words are forming sentences. Sentences are expressing thoughts, ideas, expressions. Madness and bedlam have run rampant. I fear that this train won't be able to withstand these breakneck speeds. How long can the pistons continue to glow red as they are thrown violently up and down before welding themselves to the cylinder walls? When will the remaining oil burn it's self off the molten bearings and seize the crankshaft that is spinning with reckless abandon? It's all out of my hands at this point. Catastrophic failure is sure to violently throw this train off the tracks at any point. I await that moment with great angst, but will be deeply saddened by the absence of hysteria.