Let’s face it, SHaLK doesn’t need a blog.  It doesn’t want for one, and what can I honestly say?  Yadda-yadda-nipples…  I got nothing.

So today I got sent for coffee by the wife.  Which is her regular thing but not mine.  My version of coffee is very much like a milkshake with some coffee flavoring (like the Arby’s Jamocha shake).  All my worship of FBI Agent Dale Cooper aside, he would be most disappointed in me and my coffee habits.

Anyways, I picked up a jelly donut, my Frappa-whatnot drink, and had my early morning sugar rush.

Now, there’s the first hour of, “Yay!  Coffee and a donut!  What a wonderful decision!”

And then there’s the second hour, but many hours to follow of, “Dear lord, what the hell have I done to myself?!?”

I’m just saying, I hope by the time the next SHaLK comes out, my stomach will finally have started to normalize.

…wouldn’t mind another donut though.