The Bloody Doors Off

I’m so into you
But I’m way too smart for you
Even my henchmen think I’m crazy
I’m not surprised that you agree
If you could find some way to be
A little bit less afraid of me
You’d see the voices that control me from inside my head
Say I shouldn’t kill you yet

Johnathan Coulton, Skullcrusher Mountain

It’s definitely a ‘dry’ January.

No ideas sparking in my brain. Blogging brings hours of staring at a white screen, begging for a subject.

The best I can muster is a mildly clever play on words for a title.

And I took two minutes to figure out whether it was ‘mild’ or ‘mildly’.

Still not sure, to be honest.

I’m pretty much symptom-free now; if it was Covid, I’ve burned it out of my body. (Though I’m pretty sure it was a head cold.) But Marlo is still under the weather, and we continue to self-isolate. I think I’m going a little squirrely. It’d be better if I had some work. Last week looked promising, but it’s the opposite today.

Goddamn this is boring. Gonna cut bait.

Might be back later.