The other night, my flatmate was telling me about the time he had a colonic, and his body divested itself of a whole and intact red crayon
“Wow,” I said. “That had been there since you were a kid?”
He thought about this for a minute. “Maybe. Who can tell?”
This is the same night the dog ate a bowl of jalapeno corn chips for dinner.
It is a sad truth that when life is busy and exciting enough to blog about, it’s too busy and exciting to blog. Back soon, internet buds. Back soon.