I haven't been kidnapped by midget pirates.
Or strangled and put through a woodchipper.
I have not gone UA, run off to Canada to marry a lumberjack.
I haven't drowned trying to swim the English Channel.
Nor have I been shot in a quail hunting "accident".
No, I'm still here. And still very much so okay.
There are just some days where you simply do not want to get out of bed. Or even do much of anything that you don't have to do.
I just happen to have had quite of few of those days lately.
And I've also been at work a lot, so I'm sure that's a contributing factor.
Since you know that I'm alive now, I'm going to go run along. I promise I'll have a better blog entry next time.
I kind of owe you, right?
Disappointing that you didn't get abducted by midget pirates. That would be quite the story. But I do believe midget pirate lumberjacks would be better. I can picture them with their tiny little flannel shirts and axes and eyepatches running around stealing shit. Now I want to find a nugget and dress him up like a pirate lumberjack.
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