I don’t have the energy, friends and foes.

Slipped on the pavement outside of my little home, busted my knee on the ice.

Came in, made a cup of green tea, ate an apple, took a bath — bruised and aching and bloody.

Sitting on the floor of my own bedroom, typing in the dark.

I guess I’m not in the right spirit to type up a another stupid joke that no one but me finds funny (see:  previous post).

Not in the mood to entertain myself (read: the purpose of this website)!

I’m ready for yet another night of horrifying fever dreams! Let’s do this!!