Well. What a stale half-eaten
Well. What a stale half-eaten cheeseburger in a ditch by the side of the road sort of week. Been half-sick and dragged out, fagged and fashed as it were, for all of it. My brain is mush. My adrenals are tapped out from Living In Fear. Content has suffered. Readership is down and sponsors are pulling out. Celebrity endorsement deals are falling through.
Eh. I'm going away this weekend. I'm going to fly kites. And that's all there is to it.
Perhaps on Monday I will have something entertaining to say.
