Why, is this a Friday I see before me?
Ho! It is! It is!
I’ve been sick all week and have held on by SHEER WILL, my friends. Finally my congestion is clearing up and for the first time in many years, it looks like I might just duck the bronchitis doozey I normally get any time a sniffle finds its way to me. YAY ME. YAY ROBITUSSIN DM!
I had to get a few things from GayBoy and because my home looks like Rustic American crack den coupled with the Kleenex-everywhere/shamelessly sick spread adopted by Meg Ryan at the end of You’ve Got Mail, we decided to meet at the pub at the end of my street, so I’ve had a couple beers, which I think I’ve completely earned this week.
Anyhow, the weather gods have deemed that we shall once again have Shit Weather this weekend, so you know what that means, people: I have a hot date with YOU. I’ll get some writing done this weekend.
Anything burning you have to ask? I totally forgot about some poor bastard’s question last month so I’ll go digging through email and drop him a line to see if he’s getting laid yet, and maybe I’ll report back to you on that. In the meantime, anything nifty I should tackle? Hmm? Hmm?
DO TELL. And happy weekend, Minions!