“I’m postig frob home, today,” he said aloud as he typed, his nose steadily dripping on the keyboard.

Sucks. Here I am, no one breathing down my neck, with all the time in the world to post, and the blogger in me has gone dry. I have no idea what to do, besides watch TV and groan every now and then. The wife’s at work, the animals are all napping, and here I sit, bored and being boring.

Ah, well. Time for a Nyquilada. Ta.

P.S. Ever blow your nose and play “inkblot test” with the tissue?

…What, too gross?