What The Hell?!: When It Rains, It Pours, But It’s Not Lethal
What the Hell? (8)
Me. Now. I sit here lazily stretching my yawning mind before the computer screen attempting desperately to shake the sleepiness from my bones and lunge once more into the blogosphere with a single stealth swoop! Distraught am I over the literary silence which has echoed in the halls of Taken for nearly a month and a half, scaring away some readers while at the same time, strangely enough, attracting others to more frequent visits, for “wherever the corpse is, there the vultures will gather.” (Matthew 24:28) Sorry darling, there is no corpse here. Nearly dead maybe, ass-kicked definitely, but still ...