Wednesday, February 04, 2009

Someone Check the Back of My Neck for the Scar

Last night I made banana bread. I baked for no purpose, other than I felt the need to bake.

It is obvious that someone has implanted a chip in my body and that that chip is making me behave strangely. This is the only reasonable explanation.

4 comments:

The Duchess said...

Oh no - it's not a chip. It's the host.

Eris said...

Oh, you're probably right! Does this mean I get hot guys in a maze of caves? If so, I will continue to bake.

The Numismatist said...

How ironic. You get a host and it's domestically inclined?

athena said...

I would totally get domestically inclined for a vampire!!!