I wrote a post today. The internet doesn’t love me and keeps disappearing on me so that I can’t share it with you, and my hands have decided that actually working the way they are supposed to is soooo last Saturday, which is about the time they turned in their notice and quit. Despite these setbacks, I persevere. I am sitting in the back of an FBI surveillance van because their internet connection is sweet (to get full effect, you have to sing that last word). A chicken is doing my typing for me. A little more corn on the keyboard, and pretty soon I’ll have Hamlet.
Come read my little guest-y post-y type thing over at sj’s place. Because I asked really nicely, and I went to a lot of trouble to bring it to you. I did. There are feathers everywhere.