Tomorrow is the surgery. Fused-disc time. No more foolin’ around.
I think you will be pleased with tomorrow’s posting. Pleasantly so.
A friend has been invited to play and he accepted. He will pour forth upon these pages a fun and twisted story. He darkles. He tincts. Yar.
Or something like that.
All that comes to mind is:
Your soul is so dark it smudges mine. – Zebra speaking to Rat, Pearls Before Swine
That’s not a negative commentary on our guest poster. My soul has plenty of dark already.
Seriously, that is all that comes to mind. I’m blank right now. Even random stuff that normally comes to me is kaput. And usually my brain NEVER stops spinning – at least three levels working at a time (which is not as fun as it might sound, in truth). Today? Nothing.
Oh well. More later, eh?