Sigh (opposite of copyright) I guess it’s that time again, time to type up shite that no one except you dear reader, reader my dear, dearly reads, becuz, well, why, I don’t know, that’s something between you & your, fuck, whutever.
I was thinking this morning about, eh, it doesn’t matter.
So here I sit. Hmmm. I’ve got shit to do. Fuck this. Maybe after I do that which needs doing I’ll pound on this keyboard some more. Or not. Fuck it.