I fear that the Projekt has stagnated. Midterms now engulf us, and the Leibniz sits unopened in the larder. Well, the plain Leibniz at least. Sam has managed to consume yet another box of Choco-Leibniz. If only his hunger for photographs of professors matched his hunger for chocolate-dipped butter biscuits! We must not let this endeavor flounder and expire. We shall prevail.

A new box of Leibniz has been purchased from Wegman's today. The last one was getting stale and rather crumbly.
A new box of Choco-Leibniz was also purchased from Wegman's. The last one was getting acquainted with Sam's innards.

Garber, Schwegman, and Byrne still evade us, mostly by sitting placidly in their offices and relying on our deep and abiding laziness to protect them. Their tactic has mostly succeeded, but the winds are changing. The time draws nigh when they shall all be sanctified by the benediction of the butterkeks.