This space is under construction. All worthy thoughts have left the building. Not even humor can penetrate the fog. This morning, all manner of titillating subject matter hovered above my head like a sweet little flock of flying Disney bluebirds. Would that make me Snow White or Cinderella? This evening, er, post-midnight, they are scattered at my feet like so many blackbirds filled with buckshot. I've tested with my toes but nary a one is twitching. Inspiration, at least for now, is dead. Muerte!
So, take care of yourself as the weekend approaches. Step around the fecund fowl beneath you. And if you happen to stay in a hotel or catch a movie, watch out for bed bugs! Evidently they're everywhere. As if we needed one more thing to fret about. (Like that dangling preposition there.)
This space is under construction. All worthy thoughts have left the building. Not even humor can penetrate the fog. This morning, all manner of titillating subject matter hovered above my head like a sweet little flock of flying Disney bluebirds. Would that make me Snow White or Cinderella? This evening, er, post-midnight, they are scattered at my feet like so many blackbirds filled with buckshot. I've tested with my toes but nary a one is twitching. Inspiration, at least for now, is dead. Muerte! 
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