The problem with blogging is that I feel compelled to come up with something devastatingly witty at least once a day; since I can barely crawl out from under this backlog to post at all, I feel unequal to the task.
This will no doubt be the first of many displays of inadequacy which I will spew all over the internets. I hope your clothing is washable.
If you're wearing any.
If you're not, please don't tell me.
Anyway, I hear that liquid inadequacy washes out pretty easily with club soda.
The backlog stands behind me like a Nazi commandant, cracking its whip, so I must now bid you adieu... back to Stalag 13!
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