I sat down at my computer this morning and a very strange thing happened— nothing. That’s right, nothing. No random thoughts in passing, no alliterative phrases embedded in my frontal lobes leaping to freedom, not even a hint of a sarcastic cattle prod to apply to the back of this or that celebrity or politician. Nothing. I’m intellectually numb— not that this comes as a surprise to anyone— but my addle pate does vary in the degree and intensity of the affliction.
Happily (for me, at least, I’ll let you draw your own conclusions), I think I’ve identified the source of the problem and with any luck at all, should be able to correct it. The boogeyman, the great bandit of my bullshit is the clock.
That’s right, it’s the clock. I slept in this morning. Arising at {{{gasp}}} 8:30 a.m., my metabolic processes had already closed the window at the creativity factory. So, if you feel cheated and wish to continue your search for quality entertainment, I recommend you click on any of the links I provide on this page. Better yet, click on all of them.
Assuming this is not the early onset of Alzheimer’s or some other dread mental affliction, I should be able to conjure up a little something tomorrow. If not, then I guess you’re on your own.
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