Time flies. I would rather it fry because then maybe I could learn to cook but it doesn't. I have been in hospital and thus blogless for a while. I now know that I have a rotten large intestine and have to take an insanely expensive medication which is to be a wonder drug. Perfect.
But all is well in the world of me-woman. For a while I thought I was having a middle age crisis. Then I realised that I might be too young for that. Then I thought maybe not. It was the depression angst merry-go-round. I got off this week. Medication? Oh no. Magazines! I have found the meaning of Liff and it is typeset (ok lithoed). I am now committing to blogging at least three times a week. Creating vacuousness for the vacuum. See? Liff has meaning.
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