It’s a loony lot I have made for myself. I’ve consumed a gazillion calories today and don’t plan on stopping anytime soon. I continue to dread this day. Nothing helps.


The menz. Oh, straight, single man, why must you be completely clueless? You seem harmless enough, but Lord help you, you were not born with the ability to read the signs, were you? I’m not saying it’s your fault. I want to help you, but I’m terribly tired, you see. I’m not sure I have the strength to hold your hand and walk you through my mine field. However, I wish you luck. I might not blow you to smithereens.