No, not really. I hate fishing. But my brain…yeah, it has checked out.
I have had nothing really to say for a couple weeks now. And my back has been “out” for a couple of days, so I’m kind of looped up on some painkillers and that really doesn’t help me think, now does it?
Today is supposed to be Flat Flannery Friday, and I actually do have something to post, but it will require some work, and I just don’t have it in me today.
And have I ever mentioned that I work in a real live Dilbert world? It’s a cubicle city, which is toxic to me anyway, but it’s a job, right? Anyway, there’s this girl a few cubicles over, which I call PB, for “Princess Bride” because she got married a few months ago, and is really snobby and uppity and didn’t even tell anyone here she was getting married, but we all knew because she did ALL her wedding plans at her desk every day. Anyway, she clears her throat ALL THE TIME, and it is super annoying, and I’m just sitting here daydreaming about bludgeoning her like a baby seal. Although I do like baby seals, and DO NOT agree with them being bludgeoned. But PB, maybe…
Pain meds, see what they do?
So what was I saying? Oh yeah, about how I’ve got nothing. I was even supposed to send something to my buddy, Lynn, from Autism Army Mom. And I didn’t. I know. (I’m a little effing scared, if you know what I mean)
So, yeah. I guess you can move along now, because there’s nothing really to see here. Maybe I already wrote every witty little thing I had to say, and there’s nothing left. Eh, who knows, right? Some of my other bloggy friends are reporting similar difficulties, so maybe it’s a collective brain drain.
I think I just drooled on my shirt a little.