Flow of conciousness

If this were Facebook, my status would be something along the lines of "is glad he's finally got hair again." However, since I recently made fun of a friend for being addicted to said book o' faces, I feel obligated to tone down my presence there lest I fall into ye old pit trap of hypocrisy. So instead we go to the older, more narcissistic medium of talking at great length about our thoughts and publishing them for future generations to ignore with marked disinterest while they blog their thoughts into the collective void.

Least I have chicken. Mmmmm SweetFire Chickennnnn.