Step 1: Make a paste out of herbs. Step 2: Rub it on your face. Step 3: Who's a pretty princess?

The Crohn's truck ran me down. Then it backed up, ran over me again, went forward, hit me again, then sort of parked on my head. Then the driver lit a cigarette and the whole truck went up in flames.

I'm not going to go into details. Is anything as boring as people complaining about their health on the internet? No. I would rather have to take the SAT every day for the rest of my life than rerad someone whining about how brave they are because they puke a lot.

Did I mention sometimes I puke? I am so brave.

The upshot is that, without "commitments," "a job," or "a greater life purpose," I've got some pure, undistilled blogging time. What fun we're all about to have! I'm back!

Please do stay tuned.