Late night impulse to digitally connect to the blogosphere, once again, if not in perfect anonymity. I just need a place to doodle. Smoking pot and dawdling on the computer doesn’t always do me good, but every once in awhile I used to come up with great stuff. I think.
Well maybe tomorrow. Giving birth to this blog was work enough. The midwife [below] is recuperating, plotting the future empire of her surrogate child.