While I should plan a specific day to not write, I gotta strike when the iron's hot. The iron is cold. Cold like the old water I'll be drinking with my crusts of bread tonight. Well, actually, the old water's been sitting out, so it's not cold. Lukewarm, perhaps. Such is not the iron. The iron is cold...really whiffed on that simile there.

Anyway, bon appétit, my friends!