I know, you have been wondering about my whereabouts, hoping I would return to the blogosphere posting new updates. Or maybe that was just me checking in on my blog everyday to see whether there were any new comments/ commenters asking me to return, and finding none.
I don't hold grudges for that. I know you reader(s) care.
I've been gallavanting, but for work reasons. Went off to Paris where all I did was eat foie gras with bread. I myself am now shaped like a goose specifically fed in a harmful way so that my liver will explode imminently, and you can all spread my innards across substantially large pieces of bread and eat me.
I tried to balance this foie gras binging with some running but the architecture of Paris and my bum legs kept distracting me. How will I ever compete in an Olympic distance triathlon if I can't run more than 10 steps without getting shin splints? I am going to have to try mystic eastern therapies I think since my orthopedic running shoes -- comfortable as they are (and dorky looking as they are) -- are simply not cutting it.
Anyway, I'm back in New York. It's going to be a fun week, people: work, work, work, sprinkled with Hamlet (starring Jude Law) and the Yeah Yeah Yeahs.
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2 comments:
welcome back!
Karen's was a pity comment, methinks. Nevertheless -- fois gras? Ew gross.
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