Don't call it a comeback

Wow... Two months. It has been awhile since I've written. Here is a list of everything important that has hapened since my last post:

engagement

answering machine
Christmas
New Years
Blokus
bonsai
Christmas shopping
Japan
notebook
ballet
baby
baby
e-bay
dreams
nightmares
resolutions
work
diet
cell phone
digital camera
Arboretum
work christmas party
diet
Alabama
Al Gore
alcohol
the Lord All-mighty
Christmas Tree
Camera 13
snow
my car
Little Miss Sunshine
sickness
steak
scratch'n'sniff
Japan
eleven hours
restraints
yarn
crazy psychos
the SuperBowl
Bonnaroo
gay rape
"Mom"
veterinarian
gang task force
painting
teeth
winter
neighbors
the lottery

All of these thingswould have been featured prominently in this blog had I been writing anything for the past two months. Their relevence to my life would have been explained fully and each would have offered further proof of my greatness. Therefore, any reference from here on in to any listed sublect should be remembered fondly, perhaps with the thought, "That John Duffy..."

That being said, the recent excitement in my life is my unknowing immersion into the mysterious world of clandestine operations. I shouldn't say much more, but I hope to be able to explain soon. For now, all I can say is that I don't think Tiffany has a clue... I think she's already hidden them all.