Oh, right. It’s still NaBloPoMo. My obligation thereto is not yet met. (“Hello, obligation, pleased to meet you.”) I’m sitting here randomly websurfing, listening to music I’ve not heard before (my “Incoming” directory is a thing of boundless horror beauty) and finishing off my dinner (consisting of leftover stew, with crackers), washed down with delicious Thomas Kemper black cherry soda.

That’s right, folks. I’m living the good life. Be jealous. Or envious, whichever. (One of these days I’ll fully grasp the difference. Yes, there is a difference to be grasped.)

No, I’m not on drugs. To the best of my knowledge I’ve never been on drugs, and only once was I ever drunk. (My best friend and I beat the stuffing out of his little brother for spiking the apple juice, once we could think coherently again. We had to get a lot of laughing at stupid random things out of the way first, though. Like, you know, houseflies. Apparently, when you’re drunk, houseflies are comedy gold.) I do like parentheses, though. I suspect you noticed that. And, I’m being silly, because I can, and because it amuses me. If I’m lucky it’ll amuse you. See, I like putting smiles on faces. I’m not above painting them on with a Sharpie pen, either. So, laugh, dammit.

Hmm. Needs more random. There, much better. Good night, everybody!