Wednesday, August 22, 2007

I always (er, sometimes) think on the way into work that today I will write a bunch of stuff on the glob, ya know, first thing as I walk in the door, I will just spit the lack of wisdom that I am so unknown for. And there are days when I just get slammed right as I sit in front of the idiot box el otro and there are others when the lackadaisical bark-a-lounger medallion is swinging in full plethora, aaannnd now it’s hours later and I see I was apparently writing something here. Sigh, shalom. What would Luke Cage do?