Hey… I am not sick, or on vacation, or trapped under some heavy piece of furniture, or lying at the bottom of a deep well, or morosely depressed or even dead. I’m just simply unable to form coherent, let alone interesting, thoughts right now. It’s a phase. I bet it’s like PMS or something, and in three to five days I’ll be fine. Your patience is appreciated.
In the mean time, please go look at Louise’s painted Shag-esque sandals. She is going to paints some for me (and Anastasia), probably with devil kitties. Or possibly cosmonaut kitties. I haven’t decided. All I have to do is take her to dinner at PF Chang’s. Sweet.