You see, #2's just grown too old, slow, and worthless to justify the peddling (if you knew anything about how we generate electricity here in the cornfield, you'd understand).
So I gotta move #3 into #2's slot. But #3's got it's own load.
Ok. I digress.
I'm gonna miss all the shit I'll lose. But it's ok. Three years from now I won't even remember I had it in the first place.
Pretty lame way to say "I've been busy, and won't really be around for a little more", huh?
