Cheese.

It's great.

Where would I be without cheese? Actually, don't answer that, as a world without cheese is not one I wish to contemplate. If my soul is to be damned to some hideous eternal afterlife of punishment, no doubt it shall be a barren, cheese-free wasteland.

Cheese, in all your varied and beautiful forms - I salute you. Even the squishy smelly ones which I don't particularly like. You're still awesome.

I did have a point in mind when I started typing this, but I think it has scampered off into the dark recesses of my fuzzy little brain, so a journal about cheese will have to do.

That is all.