There's a scheduled outage at 4:00 PDT. I haven't a clue what PDT is (Pacific Day Time?) so maybe it has already come to pass, or maybe it will die before I finish this post and it won't appear and Jesus Swept this is the worst start to a blog I've ever...
Anyway, today I spent a good deal of the day fucked off at the government, fucked off at Woody Allen, fucked off at the dirt of my kitchening area and fucking bounding around in a springing, cleaning frenzy as a result.
The place still has the hue of drear to it but at least you could scratch the surface and come out undusted, you could breathe in something other than stale coffee and eau d'my farts.
Am I having company over? Did I wash my sheets? Why the sudden bout of marypoppinsing? Am I gonna get a little sugar? Do I want to kick Scarlett Johansson in the back of the face? When am I going to write a proper post with a narrative and pathos and a point?
No. Yes. Re-energised. Inevitably. Definitely. Tomorrow.