Well now that I am properly stuffed with homemade blueberry pancakes, I can think again. I become a monster when not fed. For years my best friend has compared me to the Hulk when I’m hungry. Which leads me to the point of this post.
I always get into them in phases, meaning I go an undetermined amount of time obsessed with them and then they drop off my radar again. Because I am currently reading Fight Club 2 and a Goodreads friend invited me to their comic group, I feel the dark abyss rising up to greet me once again.
(I really think this was the only acceptable way to do a Fight Club continuation.)