Yes, I'm alive. Thank you for checking on me. I went for a three-hour cruise on the S.S. F.U.NABLAPOMO and after several days of getting stranded on the isle of Mai Intestines Haight Me with the professor and Mary Ann, I am back.
And now that I can tentatively keep food down again, my body delivered the following message:
Well, I mean, I wrote that, I don't have some internal twitterater, but it was a direct message from my body.
And then I clarified, because I only eat like once or twice a day, and some people like to be bitches.
So I set out to find my precious Pepperidge Farm Golden 3-Layer Cake, directly.
And then, 4 hours later:
Seriously, Helena is like a black hole of things that Jodee wants to eat.
And yes, I am aware that I can ask my store to order things, but that doesn't put the cake in my mouth when I want it... which is now.