I Say My, My, My, My Slow Descent Into Alcoholism It Went

What is this... this ' blogging ' thing you speak of? I have never heard of it.

My gosh, technology is so advanced!

I feel dumb now. Anyway, I have not posted for... forever because I've been busy having my soul sucked out by this monster:

WHAT IS THAT?
IT'S A COVER.
MY GOD.

Made by the wonderful Fena. IT'S A THING. OH WOW.
Why do I even have a cover anyway? It's all so confusing. But it's there! How nice! I like things that are there!

Nothing I say makes sense. I'm sorry.

I want to make these today. I have yet to beg my mother. But I could probably make them myself.

It was dad's birthday yesterday. We tried to burn the house down.
It didn't work.

I should be writing.
I don't want to.
I am a soulless husk without a purpose.


80,000 words in 30 days can do that to you.

until next time, when I may or may not be funny again.


wait what.
It's like... the day after? And I got to make meringues yesterday? HOLY.
They tasted like pumpkin pie.

And my eyeball is going to detach so if you'll excuse me... I'll just exit stage right.