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.