On Inspiration.

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.