And just what do you think you're going to do with that?

I stumbled upon my blog this morning while waiting to go get my first ever colonoscopy.

There's an interesting sentence.

I'm not sure if I want to blog anymore. But the idea of just letting the 148 previous posts stay out there in the internet, waiting forever, made me kind of sad.

I should note that part of this sadness is due in the fact that I haven't eaten in nearly 40 hours and last night I shit out the contents of my entire digestive system. Meaning I'm not thinking clearly. I'm emotional. I'm hoarding my blog, which hasn't been touched in 3 years.

So what do we do about that?

My blog friends aren't blogging anymore. Why should I? Nobody reads these things.

But maybe that's a good thing. Maybe it'll free me up to type what I wouldn't normally type. Share what I wouldn't normally share. Expose what I wouldn't normally expose. Yeah, that's always been a good idea in the history of everything. Not.

But here it is. And here I am in my empty stomach, slightly delirious, really hearing my tinnitus state of mind, about to be violated by a fire hose with a camera on the end, and I just want my own god damned pizza.

Oh god. Don't start thinking about food.

Pull up! Pull up! Danger Will Robinson!

To late.

Ah well...  3 1/2 short hours from now I'll be groggy and able to eat.

So there.

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