take that, water fowl

So I have a blog. That's nice. I also have a duck on my lap. It's dead, which is unfortunate. So I had no choice but to eat it. My hands are now greasy, typo-ing AND skeletal, and I kinda have to pee, a condition exacerbated by the hot computer on my lap. Note to self: don't try to get all introspective and writerly when you're eating greasy fringe poultry and you have to pee.
Part of this journal might be dedicated to my ongoing effort to gain weight*.

*cue pouring on of sympathy and endless suggestions from other WOMEN with the same mission right... never.