Hello and welcome to another Late Lame Post Friday post. I don’t know how much of a post this will be: I am dead of brain and low of spirit. However, ten-finger typing usually cheers me up, and sometimes even my dead brain can be entertaining, to myself if nobody else (although I certainly hope to entertain a few people at least).
I was looking for a brain picture (from the Planet Arous or That Wouldn’t Die) but decided to go for poop instead. I do not really feel too poopy right now, just a little headachy, sluggish, and inclined to complain. My Saturday stretches before me, with things to go, places to be, and people to do. Or something like that.
There’s a picture illustrating my lack of brain! One of my absolute favorite cheesy movies. Sometimes I say to myself, “Why can’t I write shit like that?” as the Whoopi Goldberg character asked herself in the movie Soapdish. In point of fact, I do not know if I can or cannot write shit like that. I quite frankly do not spend enough of my time writing to find out. Once again, I end my blog post with an oath to change.
Will I succeed? Will I fail? Will I even make my Saturday blog post on Saturday? For the answer to these and other burning questions (and a few questions of various other temperatures), stay tuned to Mohawk Valley Girl!























