Mwhahahahahaha!

I have returned – alive and fertile.

…

Okay, that sounded much better in my head.

Apparently, we’ve all kind of let this blog die. RIP Hubris, Humor and Hysteria. And yet, the dead will rise once again.

Excuse me, while I reanimate this lifeless corpse. This decomposing and rotting flesh of the blog that once lived and flew to such great heights.

Or while I get a snack. I’m hungry.

Maybe?

I don’t know, this is random and silly. I just feel like being this way.

Deal with it.

(Or don’t, I mean you could choose to not deal with it. I don’t own you.)

I’d like to meet up with Helena to discuss breathing new life, Frankenstein style into our little precious pet monster. But she’s busy “adult-ing” now and I’m busy, floundering helplessly in a flood of work, school, and panic-attack inducing “discussions” with my family.

Ah, family.

What’s family without a few 100,000 tears? And moments of hyperventilation and possible fainting.

Yes, maybe I’m manic. Possibly. Likely.

Also, I’m just semi-depressed to be back in our shitty little hometown. The sweet smell of unwashed old men and angry-sweat is a familiar aroma. The peas to my knife of honey.

Welcome home, Anna, welcome home.