The news came that fateful day,
"ApricotPie must go away."
The news was met with tears,
For loss of memories of the years.

Some sighed and went on their way,
Others said "No! Apricot must stay!"
We saw no way of saving the pie,
And despaired, thinking it must fly.

Lady Mary founded the outpost,
The cabin the castle to host.
This news was great, yet sighs stayed,
And the best of the situation was made.

 ...My normally spotless room looks like it suffered a direct hit from an RPG.

...The spiders with whom I am forever making war (my bedroom is in the basement) have recaptured the entire southern sector of my bedroom.

...I have eaten more cereal, raisins, and cheese in the month of December than in the rest of my life combined.

...I haven't posted on Apricot Pie for two months.

...Both of my blogs have been woefully neglected.

...My run-amuck yorkie terrier has eaten two of my dad's leather gloves in the last week.

My palms were sweating. I leaned forward, staring at my computer screen and blinking owlishly behind my square-rimmed glasses my brother hates. I was staying up way too late, but I had to finish this. My brain froze and I momentarily panicked.
No! No, no, no, no, NO! Don’t do this to me! Anything but brainfreeze!