Shhhhh... Ease yer Purdy lil' Heads

              Yeah, I know, I said that I was going to be posting again. I will post regularly mind you, but this may be weekly at best. I was going to try and spew something tonight, but my attention was drawn elsewhere as the thought of a grilled cheese sandwich drew me from my humble lair and into the kitchen. Maybe I'll post something in the morning. Shut up. I know that no one's reading this, but sometimes it's nice to pretend that I have a reclusive group of secret followers who will one day appear unexpectedly, become my new best friends on the internet, and whisk me away to a land of magical adventures and sexy rumpus. Why am I still typing? This is odd. I'm typing to myself, but I'm acting like I'm writing for an audience. Is this "audience" some sort of weird new archetype I inadvertently constructed as a part of myself that I could talk to? I hope not. That would be mildly worrying. I should stop typing now. Goodnight Alex, you sun burnt, coffee stained, happy bastard.