I'm bored of my books, I'm bored with this blog, with all blogs, with writing, with reading.
There was a terrible play last night that is just waiting to be ripped into. There was that wasted day at the mall while we waited to watch Horton, and when we went in the theatre smelled of pee (did someone take their ickle precious to a horror film, then?).
And when all's done, there's always the rich seam of newspaper hilarity to be mined.
But none of it moves me.
I guess I'll see ya'll when I see y'all.
(One of these days I will learn to leave unannounced.)