I did something bad to a tendon in the back of my hand, so I can't touch-type very well.
I've been balls to the wall for the last two weeks doing freelance graphic design work at night.
I mentioned that my next post would be about my pets, and I have a lot of ex-pets to write about, however it's gonna be a few days. If anyone else out there has any good dead pet stories, lay'em on me. Maybe it'll pry a few more stories loose from the nooks and crannies of my mind.
What I'm saying here is that I think I see the light at the end of the tunnel. It might very well be a topless Rosie O'Donnell wearing a miner's helmet and a thong, but at this point I'll take what I can get.
I'll leave you with this, and let you fill in the blanks:
Yeah, I just grossed myself out a little bit there.