It’s on of those nights where I just can’t think of a damn thing to write about. Writer’s block. Mental breakdown. Brain waves at a dead stop. The lights are on but no one is home. The lights are on at the lighthouse but there’s no light keeper. Ugh! What are you gonna do?
OK, so I’ll post a picture of a picture of a monkey … or an ape … or whatever the hell they’re called from Gibraltar. Maybe I’ll just call it the hairy Mom with a hairy baby. Yeh, that’s what I’ll call her. Hairy Mom.
So where are we at now??? Ugh! More brain drain and vapor lock. Ugh! Don’t you hate nights like this?