Didn't post last night/today/tonight because of this:
It was very cleansing... kind of like a digital enema. Really helped clean out all the virtual dingle-doodies. Gave me plenty of time to focus on Woody Woodfucker, who was back a-tap-tapping this morning at 5:30 a-fucking-m. I can't even get into it right now because I'm busy searching the innernecks for a camouflage jumpsuit and a b.b. gun.
We're having teensy roasted squab for dinner tomorrow night, or my name isn't Shooty McPeckerson.