The second phase of a very big case indeed wrapped up late Thursday night and since the very moment of my release I've done naught but live in the very moment thankyouverymuch. But an unintended consequence (unlike the intended consequences, namely, playing hooky from work and extreme drunkeness) is that living in the very moment affords me no time to brood on slights past and no time to brood on slights past leaves me no material with which to beat and batter around until it pixellates into a blog post for your reading (dis)pleasure.
My apologies. I intend to sober up, and properly brood, soon enough.
(But that's not soon enough!)
You know who was a good brooder? Heathcliff.
ReplyDeleteheathcliff, heathcliff no one should terrorize the neighborhood.
ReplyDeleteuh, probably not the heathcliff to which you were referring, huh?
Heathcliff was the king of brooding. And also the king of asses.
ReplyDeleteI, too, was thinking of the cat. Also, a king of asses. Feline asses. He was an asshole. Where was I going with this?
ReplyDeleteSir, just remember: we've all got assholes. We all poop.
ReplyDeleteSome peoples' shit just smells worse.
in fact, i think andre 3000 more than adequately weighs in on the subject.
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