Was my devoted audience worried sick about me? Probably not.

Did my employers the Donut Boys check up on me? Not Once, the bastards.

Where the hell was I? I was hospitalized on a recent fishing trip.

Murky fishes? No... Perhaps I should clarify about my recent horrific event.

It was not MY fishing trip, but some crazy-ass old men on a "business trip." I was vacationing at my winter retreat while the Donut Boys are taking their sweet time finishing this season up. I had decided to go take a relaxing swim and maybe pick up some lunch. I was swimming along minding my own business when out of no where a freaking harpoon is lunged into my thigh! A freaking harpoon! So the next thing I know Captain Ahab there is reeling me into his boat. I was cussing and screaming at him, but he was apparently deaf, as he just stood there with his buddies in shock. As if these malicious geriatrics had never seen a dieing murloc before! So they come in for the kill and I freaked out, I don't remember much from the blood loss, but i was kicking and biting, and i took one of their hands. I'm not proud of my actions, but I thought these guys were going to off me. It was self defense I swear.

So I spent the next few weeks in a veterinarian hospital. Since I was rejected from the normal hospital, which will be hearing from my lawyer by the way. I've mostly recuperated and my leg is healing normally.

Now that I'm back home, hopefully I can catch up on some movies I've missed over this last month.

I'll post more soon, to all 3 of you devoted readers.

Love,

Murky.