I have been working too much.

That's all. I just wanted to let the world (aka my seven steady readers) know. It's just been in this last week, after half my family skipped town and the fun died.

I'm working right now. That's why this post is so boring. Because it's an uninspired procrastination post.

So, ahem. Time to call in the troops.

Mike, send me some stories to read and think about.

Grace, call me up from the States and tell me about your awesome love life.

Other Mike, come drink some bourbon with me, then we'll go for a walk and we'll discuss the pros and cons of being patient with this new one, who actually sounds really good for you.

Rock, move back to this town for god's sake, then make me stop working and then we'll both put on ironic slutty hipster titty-tops and go dancing. (Ironic because we're neither slutty nor hipsters.)

OK, maybe a bit slutty.

Hmm. I think I love the word SLUT.

(Back to work.)