I've been away for six months due to this obnoxious , nagging, stalker-ish creature called Life that had the audacity to demand my attention. Of course, I was not about to give into it's selfish and irrational demands. There was delicious adventures to be written and read. I had not time for Life. And so I resisted it's desperate cries for acknowledgement. Valiantly. But then Life hatched this devious plan to kidnap me. I never saw it coming. I struggled. Violently. Like a big, hairy, man-child. But no matter how hard I tried to escape, alas, I could not. Life won. It took to me to a dark, horrible land known as....
come closer and I shall whisper it to you for I dare not speak of such evil so loudly because there may be women and children present.
responsibility. It was in this wretched and forsaken realm that I was forced to do unspeakable acts of productivity that no indecent human being should ever be made to do! I almost forgot what the word 'couch potato', 'loafing' and 'procrastination' meant. I was organizing, cleaning. The horror! But then, one day, when I was standing before a mirror and was getting ready to shave my beard off , I realized what sort of monster I was becoming and I fled, escaped....
and here I am. Hairy, lazy, absurdly theatrical and completely off-topic!
*brushes away dramatic tears of pride*
