Forgive me, brethren, for the silence to which I have been accustomed in days past; but in my absence, a Wafflestein has sprung forth among the branches and given a warm, warm reception.
My only concern is as follows: there seems to be a fellow, lurking within these walls, named "Anonymous." On my dearest of friends' (and flame-broiled mistress to boot!) blog, he simultaneously announced my absence, responded to himself, and attributed to me a love of feet which I do not possess!. I fear for such a fellow; he appears to have multiple personalities behind which he hides. My heart crumbles for such a strange creature as this, to feel the need to mask one's own identity! The absurdity makes my smiley-parts dance with waltzy glee; laughter erupting, in 3/4, within my kidneys.
But alooth and forsack, the dream world beckons me like a podiatrist beckons a small child with lolly pops and sugary aromas. Till then, safe travels.