I think I should only blog when I've been drinking. Last night, when I couldn't even lift my head up and had to respond monosyllabically for fear of more than words leaving via my mouth, I had a million ideas for blogs. And maybe it's because I was having these wonderful ideas while I had my head in a trash can, but I feel like most of them were witty. And smart. Possibly even brilliant.
Alas,today I am idea-less, tired, sick and busy. Not witty. Not brilliant.
I'm ready to leave now.
1.16.2009
On Inspiration.
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My best ideas come from banging my whiskey saturated head against my keyboard, which is kind of like blogging but with little red pock-marks on my forehead. Auto-spell check gets spazzy though...
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