It is an explanation.

I was going to do a couple of pieces tonight....
   one of them being a breakdown of the "hipster family", the young and wealthy breeding dressing like hipsters and putting their children in ironic t-shirts, but I did'nt get a chance to work that one out verbally with my friend today, and voice mail isn't the place to work out the kinks on that kind of subject.
    so.....
    I figured I would offer an explanation to folks that don't know this about me, and a reminder to those that do know me that may have have let it slip from their memory.

       I RUN RESTAURANTS.
       I RUN MY SELF INTO THE GROUND.
       I TEND TO FORGET ABOUT THE REST OF THE WORLD.
       I WANTED TO CALL YOU BACK... I REALLY DID... BUT I GOT A CALL FROM THE RESTAURANT.
       I WANT TO GO OUT WITH YOU TO TALK ABOUT YOUR BAD BREAKUP, BUT I CAN BARELY MOVE.
       I CAN NOT STOP THINKING "DO WE HAVE ENOUGH SALMON?"
       I RUSH HOME FOR A SHOWER... NOT TO GO OUT, BUT TO NOT SLEEP IN MY OWN FILTH.
       I LOVE MY JOB.
       I LOVE YOU TOO.
       I HAVE LOST TEN POUNDS.
       I THINK THAT THE PEOPLE IN MY 54 CHAIRS EATING IS MORE IMPORTANT THAN ME EATING.
       I HAVE SEEN YOUR FACEBOOK COMMENTS, YOUR MYSPACE MESSAGES ETC... I DON'T KNOW HOW TO TELL YOU I AM IN A UNIVERSE THAT OFFERS SO LITTLE SLEEP THAT I AM STARTING TO THINK ABOUT THREAD COUNT.
       I MISS YOU.
       I MISS ME.
       I HAVE TO DO THIS.
       I AM SORRY.