It's been a while.

Oh TBR, much like MKDC before you, it looks like you're going the way of the long-term work project.

You know, that one where you start off really gung-ho, but the then slowly loose excitement for once you realize how much work it entails.

Or a power hour. We'll start drinking and loling, but after 30 minutes, we're more or less drunk and ready to pass out or go to the bars.

Or like chili I had the other day. I was super pumped to eat it and inhaled it quickly, but then was less enthusiastic when it came time to poop.

What's happened to us TBR? I feel like we've lost touch, like a couple who spend too much time working that they grow apart and one day realize they have nothing left in common, so they get divorced and split the kids up and the dad moves into some sleazy apartment while the mom slowly loses herself in martini three by the end of lunch.

Is it really that we have nothing left to say? I think not. What's the issue then? Go fuck yourself TBR, grow a pair and give me a call sometime. bitch.