This is what happens when I am left alone with a shoddy internet connection. I spend the better part of a husbandless evening playing around on the computer doing computer type thingys and blogging something BRILLIANT, brilliant I say..and I finally complete the master piece and go to post it and
WHAM..
The alarm goes off and I have to get my ass off to work.
Apparently the fact that I have not been blogging on a regular basis has infiltrated my dream space. The worst of it, do you think I can remember what the hell I was so fucking happy to have blogged about in my dream?? NO! Because then I would have had something fucking brilliant to post here. Instead you get this rambling piece of half cocked crazyness in an attempt to fend off the Blog zombies that are threatening to appear in tonight’s dream adventures.
What exactly would a Blog Zombie look like you think?
What would possess me to think that the Zombie actually ate my post? Well really I am looking for anything to blame it on. I am quite content to blame my lack of posting abilities on my faulty internet connection - so really a leap to Zombies eating my posts isn't that far off, or would that be far gone?
Think of it as an alteration to the dog ate my homework excuse. Seriously has anyone actually used that excuse? Ran out of toner, computer virus, corrupt disk? Sure I have not only used all of those (except the dog one) and I have successfully dated myself in the process. Disk? BAH! More like Jump drive..
Ok, where the hell am I and what was I writing about again? Riiighhtt .....Zombies- maybe I got bit last night and that is the real reason I am on the verge of sanity today. Either that or someone spiked my coffee with LSD. Or I had little to no sleep last night and waaaaaayyyy too much coffee for one day.
Either way, Please send help or send Vodka or bring Vodka when you come .
Safety in numbers or Party, either one works for me!