It is Sunday evening and I have very little to say. I guess it is another Wrist to Forehead Sunday, because I would like nothing better than to swoon upon a chaise lounge, dramatically posed with the back of one wrist to my forehead. Only, as regular readers know, I have no chaise lounge.
I know the feeling.
It has not been a bad weekend. For that matter, I do not expect the upcoming week to be that bad. Of course, that could mean trouble. Every time I worry about something bad that might happen, it usually does not. Most of the bad stuff that happens in my life is stuff I never saw coming. Clearly if I could only worry about every potential bad thing, nothing bad would ever happen.
That sounds like some half-baked philosophy more suited to Lame Post Friday than Wrist to Forehead Sunday. Oh well, I can only write what I can write.
Obviously not my brain.
I thought another picture might be a good idea and found one from The Brain from the Planet Arous in my Media Library. Regular readers know I like to share this picture when I am feeling particularly brain dead.
Brain dead or not, I have achieved 200 words. Score! Once again, I will try for a better blog post tomorrow.
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