That would be me, friends. I am outta ideas for cool posts and this, a week before the frigging blogathon! I need to go meditate, medicate, drink lots of cosmos or do some hallucinogens so I have stuff to talk about that doesn’t bore me (and you!) to tears.
Work is quiet with the “Screamy One” on vacation. In fact, it’s so peaceful that I don’t even mind being there! Maybe if we could just get him to stay away permanently, I’d hate it there less! No, huh? Alrighty. I am enjoying the lack of drama. Do you think, though, it might be related to my aforementioned ALOC? Does drama = creativity? It’s possible. Maybe that’s why creative people are all tortured and stuff.
We are awaiting the arrival of Baby ‘o Cool (“Luke, I am your father”) who is due to join us any day now. Cousin ‘o Cool is being too quiet so I’m wondering what the haps is over there. (Turns on gmail chat to see if Daddy ‘O Cool has any news. Drats. He’s not there.)
I couldn’t even come up with a good Thursday 13. If you see my creativity wandering around outside on its own, can you ask it to come home? I miss it.