Greetings, dear humans. I have been neglectful in updating this blog, but still I live.
There is a certain feeling that accompanies hearing the snap of a mouse-trap, only to look behind the couch and discover that the wee creature is still wriggling.
I imagine that is how you are feeling now. Take a moment to stop screaming.
Anyway, a new year has come and gone (for some time now, I understand), and now is the time for clinging to the resolutions that were inevitably made in a regrettable moment of drunken optimism. As you may well know, it is winter, and a somewhat ghastly one. To shovel is as if one is challenging the Gods themselves. I delight in this sensation of mightiness, as back-sliding as it may be. Here is a visual expression of such:
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| I will conquer this driveway and feast on the bellybuttons of virgins! |
This is my resolution. To defeat the malicious snow-gods.
