What a very long, very tirin' and very strange day. I am so glad it is over and ready to get to bed. I am so drained, like all the energy has been sucked from my body by some energy sappin' mosquito. I do feel this strange bump on my head, hidden within my hairline. As they say, anythin' is possible. I suspect, though, that some giant energy sappin' mosquito havin' come and sucked all the energy outta my head without me havin' heard the buzzin' of its flyin' is highly improbable. The mere thought of such occurrence is a tad bit inane, huh? But ain't that the central theme of my bloggin' efforts, delvin' deep into the realm of the inane? Or does this blog have a theme? Does it have a purpose? Does it matter? Do you care?
I got nuthin' folks, seriously. The navel seems to be the only part of me that is perky and full of life. I would let it take over, but it is illiterate and can't read or write. That does mean that ya'll are stuck with me and I got nuthin'. No sense draggin' this out, then, is there? I agree. End of report.
Two months, three days, 23 hours, 16 minutes and 54 seconds. 2238 cigarettes not smoked, saving $447.79. Life saved: 1 week, 18 hours, 30 minutes.
Posted by notGeorge at March 4, 2004 11:22 PM | TrackBack