It's not that nothing has happened....

It's just that at the end of it all, I'm pretty sure the mundane routine of my day-to-day for the last month or so wouldn't thrill anyone. What I had for supper isn't really important. So, this is just me, checking in, letting you know that the rabid zombie-vampire-werewolf-drug-addicted-East-End-crack-whoring-homeless-indigent...
Didn't stab me in the neck.

Yet.