I was going to write something amazing tonight. Something funny and profound and deeply intelligent - nothing like what you're used to reading on this blog. I had high hopes, I had motivation, I had good intentions. I had it all.
Right up until I decided to lay down on the sofa with Surfer Dude for "just a few minutes" after work. Three hours later, I've woken up to a house full of teenage boys that weren't here earlier and a shocking lack of any motivation whatsoever. Plus a really snuggly eleven year old who is snoring softly at my side, looking like he needs another hug or two.
Hmm. Snuggly eleven year old or overheating laptop?
It's not even close, is it?
Saturday, January 24, 2009
Posted by the rotten correspondent at 12:02 AM