I'm a little too irritated to write rationally.
Wonder if that happens to "real" writers or if that's just part of George Wendt's prediction about my crabby status. But, George, I'm TRYING to keep from being crabby.
Maybe for days like this, I ought to find some of my old stuff and post it. You'd all enjoy that. And by "you" I mean, um, someone is reading this...I think....right now I have to stop because Colby wants me to massage his foot...and Tatiana insists I tickle her leg "nice".
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