...I return, albeit briefly, to the blogosphere.
Have you ever had one of those days where, as the minutes and hours slowly tick by, you can actually feel yourself getting measurably stupider?
Have you ever had a work week that was five of those days, strung together in succession?
I began last week as smart as I ever am, which I do tend to think is fairly smart. By Friday at 5pm, I was less smart than a grapefruit. Sad times, citizens.
But hey, at least I have a job. And after a weekend of heavy drinking (well, on Friday), laying low and reading vintage Harry Harrison in a Science Fiction Book Club edition, I may be better now. Or at least articulate enough again to blog. For good or ill. Cheers.