So, what have my wonderful fellow bloggers been up to while I’ve been away? Let me guess, Nobel Peace Prizes, World Records on who snores the loudest, Discovering far off lands?
Damn, I knew I’d missed stuff.
In all honesty, I did a little bit of discovering myself … nothing as amazing as your feats naturally, but I am proud to announce that I finally found out your television can shut off in silent protest after being cruelly exploited, that your ass CAN get exhausted from sitting too much on it and that, are you ready, drum roll please.
Just because I swear the clouds I’ve been staring at for countless hours on an end are cryptically messaging me, psychiatrists won’t automatically assume this to be true, no matter what undeniable proof I have. Let’s just say the lucky escape I had from the loony bin over the festive season was largely due to the record breaking Santa Claus visions my neighbourhood was encountering. Apparently, bed space was tight and my story just didn’t make the cut. It was my publishing ordeal deja-vu experience all over again.
Anyway, enough about me. I want to hear all about your “I’m famous now” stories pronto. Please. So glad to be back! Pretend you are too, okay.