Hello Ozone Nation

I am here. I am still alive. I have things on my mind, most of which are centered around how I cannot write and why being tired makes me nauseated. Maybe this has something to do with gluten, or lack thereof, which I am cutting from my diet for three to four weeks to see if I am allergic to gluten. Gluten-free bread is scary. It sizzles for some reason when you pull it out of the toaster, and were Winston Churchill exposed to it, he probably would have had something colorful to say. But he was not. World War II was won with gluten in the belly of every soldier, except the ones in the Bataan Death March.

Please write your congressman or congresswoman or congressrobot about this situation. I need federal funding to beat my writer's block. Also ask them to send me clubs designed to beat back demons and a pair of hoverboots. And French fries. I like French fries, and so do you.