I'm Michelle, and you're on Thursday Night Smackdown, the only food blog named "Least Likely To Be Invited Back to the Book Club After That Incident With the Melon Baller." Do you like good food? Then stick around, loosen your belt and make yourself at home.
I’ll take ‘em. Vicodin, Percocet, syringes full of morphine, whatever. We’re going on two weeks of stabbing pain, ER visits, doctor’s visits, ultrasounds, x-rays, cups full of pee and shitty ineffective pain relievers.
Gentle readers, I require your assistance. Powers of the TNS nation, activate!
Actually, that’s a conceit: everyone knows what it’s like to be the sad man. If you’ve never known what it’s like, I think, clinically, you are manic and should seek help.
It’s NaBloPoMo. I can’t crap out on the second day, but I’ve been at a Board of Directors retreat all day, haven’t eaten anything but complimentary mints, and am incapable of thinking about anything other than PowerPoint and budget projections. So: help.