See You in the Morning

I was supposed to be doing the evening blogging, but a few things got in the way. They were:

1. I’m just dead tired.

2. I have four or five fingers of Canadian whisky in a glass made for three.

3. I started reading Rob Smith while drinking, and I couldn’t stop until I got to the bottom of the page.

So I have nothing of interest or humor or anything to say tonight. You should go read the Acidman, instead. You’ll be glad you did.