© 2008 Baby Goat
used with permission
As evidenced by my paltry online presence this week, I am one inch tall beneath a tower of words, deadline and various commitments. I'm dancing disco, researching robots, figuring out flatulence and cutting up cocaine--all in a journalistic sense. I have been wearing the same sweatshirt for three days. Sometimes I take if off to go to bed, sometimes not.
Life is weird.
I was just going to type something, but I forgot what it was. See where I'm coming from?
And although I'm clearly doing the devil's work, Satan has chastised me for being remiss in the comment section. All I have to say about that is hey Big Mister Lord of the Underworld look who's talking with the fancy Hell is Home site that hasn't been updated for six months!
Today's graphic is courtesy of Baby Goat who created it as I was napping on the couch last weekend. When my snoring became too distracting, she peeled open my eyelid. Although she tried to be delicate, I woke with a start anyway.
The sun has not shone in Cleveland for eight days. When it finally appears, I shall emerge from my adobe hut, squint and point upwards and exclaim, "Look! A fireball in the sky! We must tell the elders!"
Last heard on my iTunes: "Dancing Queen" by ABBA.