Boxtypes, not sure I can be around tonight.

*waves hands in ineffectual apology for own shittiness*

For a variety of reasons, none of which I have any particular desire to talk about right now, I am Not At Home tonight.

But with every cloud comes a silver lining, and my fortuitous choice of bolt-holes means that what I can be tonight is 'around'.

Which is a slightly long-winded way of saying, boxtypes, strike my last.