Timely Pledge

Quasimodo dreamt of me once. I was wearing a silk robe and I had softcore biceps. The wind kept revealing my bits. But no matter what position or garb he dreamt of me in, I was always rigidly sticking to the daily mail, so I've decided that it's once again time for me to break open the quota and slap its yellow reminder to the box. Once a day (or equivalent of).