Well, hello old friends! It has been far too long. Almost a year after my soggy noodle of an attempt at completing 365 days of blogging, I return to write again. I have been brought back to the world of DFM by a brief spurt of food poisoning. As I lay here on the couch, recovering from the revenge of my colon I took a few moments to ponder all the things missing from my life. I miss creativity and I miss writing my nonesense.
I sat on the bathroom floor holding my cramping abdomen this evening, processing the possibility that I was dying and in the event that this should surmise began to think of all the things I had yet to experience. And so here we go, once again I pick up the proverbial pen, to write about my mundane days with disproportionate drama. If you have experienced DFM in the past, you will recall that I will test your patience with sporadically timed posts.
Now that the nausea seems to be abating and the associated delirium subsides, let me offer some advice: always cook your mozarella sticks until the cheese oozes out. If your rush those things they will hit hard, with a severe case of pukey buckets.
