I did not get shot

...for the record. but I did get a port catheter removed. but enough about that, I've got some very important things to discuss.

No, that's not true. I have nothing. This makes me very sad, though. I'm sad because blogs are a responsibility. To create a blog, in a sense, is to say, "I have something to say." Unfortunately, 9 times out of 10, no ...lets say 6 times out of 10, I have nothing to say. And when I have nothing, I post nothing... and when nothing is posted, you, the reader, see the same sad, bandaged, droopy man boobs for weeks. After weeks of seeing the same sad, bandaged, droopy man boobs, you decide I will not look upon this chest any longer. And after weeks of having nothing I finally have something, but alas, you who have looked upon these man boobs plenty too many, have moved on and will never see the beautiful something created just for you.

but enough of this nonsense, I'm off to Narnia. Thank you MB.


Good night kind gentlemen, and Robyn (I think you're the only lady who falls upon this blahg)