This is my post to tell you I’m not posting today because I am so so very very tired. “Today” being tomorrow, really — Thursday — but it’s late now and today seems like tomorrow or tomorrow seems like today or some other nonsensical configuration of the space-time continuum that I wish would stop until time catches up and makes sense again.
Know what I mean?
So really, it’s like this: When you wake up and click over here or go to work and click over here or even bother at any time “today”/tomorrow to click over here, I will repay your kind support with sloth and slack-assery by not having anything new. Except this. My post telling you I’m not posting.
As long as you serve your sloth and slack-assery with a hot cup of coffee all is forgiven.
This is my reply to tell you that I’ll be stopping in but not leaving a comment of any kind.
Isn’t there something oxymoronic about being exhausted from having devoted a day to coffee?
Brian — Yes, naturally! And for you, a smile, instead of my usual snarl.
NF — Hahahahaha!
Dave — I think the moronic part is definitely at work here.
And why did I come back and look a second time? I looked this morning – you said “no posting.” Yet, I came back and looked again. Must be a temporary brain cloud. (Though I noticed you commented this afternoon!)