Nvosjdksndosn okay. I'm back. Sorry. So sorry. I was off writing a stream of consciousness thingy about a couple with vicious fever in a deserted Victorian style ballroom using the last of their living energy on one last dance, a waltz. Spoiler alert: the woman crumples from fever and the male faces his own personal demon, vomits blood, and dramatically kicks it while the music tinkles on in minor tones completely oblivious.
I don't know, people haven't shut up about how bad it is lately!