You caught me.
I’m in the throes of bronchitis, had my folks nearly convinced I had swine flu and instead of resting in bed I’m here hacking my lungs out while sending my cognizance spinning into the infinite interwebz. I don’t know why I do it. I’m addicted. It’s a dorky rush of emotion, the voyeuristic hopes that someone will catch a glimpse of my naked soul. Well maybe not naked. I’ve got a pretty hefty yellow coat on right now cuz I’m freezing. And no, that’s not all I’m wearing, perv, get your mind out of the gutter. Sheez. I’m sitting here trying to delve into the higher truths of our existence and you’re sitting there being all carnal and rolling your eyes at my big flowery words. Typical.
Durn, I’ve forgotten what I was going to say AND I let my faux country accent out of the box. Time to make my escape.
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