…but I just can’t. I’m spent. Long day, particularly for a Saturday. I think I’ll actually be asleep before 10 pm tonight, and I can’t remember the last time that happened.
Stuff to post and comments to write, but it’ll have to wait until tomorrow.
I skip a single day from time to time and don’t give it a thought, but I hate to skip two. Nevertheless, I’m going to have to tonight. Oh, wait—I’m posting right now, aren’t I? Wow, I bet you feel ripped off.
Know what I used to hate? When the TV show you were watching would say “such-and-such show will be right back,” so you waited, and when the show did return all they did was run the credits. This post is kind of like that, isn’t it?
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