This is going to be Yet Another Post About Not Being Able to Make a Decent Blog Post. It is not going to be about Why I Can’t Write a Post, though. If I told you why, I might as well write the post I started to write but stopped writing, because, well, never mind.
I’m a stinky blogger.
I thought I would throw in a picture to distract from the lack of substance in this post. Oh, I am tired. That makes this a Tired Tuesday post, of course. The post I started to write was a Tired Tuesday post, too. I guess I am never too tired to complain about how tired I am. Then again, most of us can find just enough oomph to complain under almost any circumstances (don’t deny it, it is an almost universal human trait). There’s a topic for a future blog post: how much people like to complain; possible subtopic: people who complain about other people complaining.
Who says you can’t get a head?
I decided to break out of that word bog with another picture. Since I am so tired, I looked for one of somebody in bed. I found Joan Crawford, trying unsuccessfully to get a good night’s sleep in Strait-Jacket (1964). Most of us feel a whole lot more sane on after a full night’s sleep. Maybe not completely sane, but more sane. I allude to nobody in particular, you understand.
I guess she feels strongly about it.
And this is what happens to some of us when we don’t get a good night’s sleep. Or when we find our husband getting a good night’s sleep with somebody else. Here, of course, I refer to Joan Crawford’s character in the movie. I’ve never taken an ax to anybody, nor, indeed, had reason to.
This is a singularly foolish post, and I am no slouch at making foolish posts. I shall stop before I get any sillier.
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