I swore I'd write something
I really did.
The intent was there.
But now we are on hour 23.25/24 of the day and I am sitting here with absolutely nothing.
Because I got up this morning to run. Well...to walk quickly.
And then I went to my job.
Where I learned that apparently my customers have lots of pet names for me. None of them suitable for this blog.
And I booked a hotel for my vacation.
And I told a customer about it.
And he said, "Why the heck would you go on vacation to Louisville?"
And I told him I didn't know.
But in actuality I get to see all the people I haven't seen in a million years.
Also, my best friend.
Who I haven't seen in ten months.
I could have conceived and brought forth a child in the time it's been since we've seen each other.
That's a long time, people.
So, I wrote all of this.
So that you'll believe that it's longer than it actually is.
And that maybe I just possess extreme poetic prose.
And that maybe you won't notice that I'm so tired.
That I end this delightful literary work right in the middle of a