Tuesday, April 27, 2010


Apparently, I died sometime last week. My guess would be, it happened either Thursday or Friday. Now, I'm just another member of the Living Dead. I do my best to sleep all day, and spend my nights shuffling around the house, uttering vague, unintelligible moans and groans. My appetite has dwindled, yet still remains. I just can't seem to figure out exactly what it is that I hunger for. Hmmmmm. . . Only time will tell if I will eventually snap out of this zombie like state; or if I will one day wake to find that my unknown craving is for . . . brains.

I'll keep you all posted as new developments occur.

1 howled back:

Anonymous said...

Hmmm... we ate brains and eggs growing up about once a year. Usually late January in fact, when we killed our hogs.

Not a bad dish at all!