Oy, what a spring. I feel like Jeff Goldblum in THE FLY. Only I’m not losing my fingernails or teeth. And I haven’t had any bursts of manic super strength and stamina. And no strange hairs are poking through my back. And I’m not able to corrode things with my puke. I’m certainly not having amazing sex with Geena Davis (yet). No twitches or urges to eat my weight in sweet buns. I haven’t caused any baboons to turn inside out. I’m not expanding scientific frontiers or entering into any abnormal pupations. I can’t punch through wood or pick-up trashy women in bars (much to my chagrin). So what does that leave us with? Nothing. Thanks for wasting everybody’s time Facebook…Now I feel like Rory Calhoun 🙁