War always comes when you're not ready.
I have a hangover that's screaming to the Lord, I can't think, my liver is totally seized, I am out of Aqua Velva for the Final Solution and Blogger is screwing up my site just to remind me to switch to beta.
I had forty good comments on "Michael in the Concetration Camp in my ongoing novel, The Bllack Icon--and everything's gone.
All that remained this morning was the top part of my novel segment.
What a mortrarforkin' way to run a railroad.
Sela Carsen suggested, months ago to switch to something foolproof, but I've forgotten to what.
Nothing is foolprof. Fools are ingenius.
Let's just see if this works. *
I am too far gone now to follow any instructions.
I have drunk up everything in the fridge.
Techie: Mayday! I am in the ejection position and pulling the loo chain!