Tuesday, January 5, 2010

Millions of pancakes, pancakes for me...

It's 02:49 on a Tuesday, the regular crowd shuffles in. There's an old man, sitting next to me, possibly whose name is Jim.

...

Okay, not really. But when you consider that I could instead have We Didn't Start The Fire in my head instead, you really take any other Billy Joel song you can get, however mangled I've just made it. Those being the two I can remember offhand.

It's probably time to go to sleep. It was probably time to go to sleep 4 hours ago, but a witty combination of coffee, knee pain, and Ruy's godawful snoring has kept me awake.

For approximately 10 or so minutes, I truly considered starting a new blog, but then realized that I didn't have anything necessarily different to say in it, that I wasn't going to say here. You know, eventually.

Sadly, however, all the funny I was going to put in this post has just dried up like so much grape left on a radiator, so I'll just badly attempt to redirect my Twitters here. Warning: I think you may have missed about a year's worth.