It's like a game, spotting the comments of Mr Twist. A harsh, unrewarding game played only by insomniacs, but fun nonetheless. Perhaps it is like snipe hunting, but the bait is the comment, and Mr Twist himself the ever-elusive snipe. But then again, I'm running on four hours of sleep in 48 hours, so I might not be the best judge of such things right now. And now I wonder. How many other people do the same thing, lurking because they were linked from Pictures of You but never commenting?
Soooo envious of wives that get made lunch by their apparently very talented culinary geniuses of a husband ;) I hate making my lunch in the morning. Though, sometimes Pauly makes me dinner. So it's a toss up ;)