Hello world.
Today is the day I post my first post in this blog. Surely this is a glorious event that will be remembered by kings and vagabonds alike way into the future.
Since this is the first post I guess I should tell you about myself. But I don't really feel like telling you about myself so why don't we talk about something else...
Yesterday I was making an omelette. I failed horribly when I was moving the content within the egg from inside the egg into the bowl. It was HORRIBLE!
With rejected chicken fetus all over my kitchen bench and all over me I felt a sudden rush of melancholy consume me.
And it didn't end there. When I was going on about the next stage in my quest for the omelette I, once again, was able to smear evil chicken escence over my body.
This resulted in no making of the omelette and me lying in a corner in a fetal position for several hours crying and weeping and weeping and crying. Shouting for william to serve the fish cold. I was exasperated and very distressed and has yet to recover from last days trauma.
Let's just say that I won't be making omelettes any time in the near future.
