Houston? Are you even listening?
I couldn’t finish my
assignment blog post because my cat threw up everywhere.
Then I threw up everywhere.
Just when I thought I would be able to get back to work, I turned 35. Gut wrenching of another kind.
How did I get this old?
Houston, all systems appeared to be umm better when my computer said that it was going on strike. Something about not being able to work any more because of space issues.
Big Daddy negotiated with terrorists and brought computer back from the picket line and so Houston that is why I lost contact for like a million minutes.
I can sense your relief. I’m sure I can hear your cheers that I’m alive, albiet a bit lighter thanks to my
diet stomach flu.
Houston, I’m still a capable blogger and I intend on throwing up less and writing more this week.
I’ll talk to you soon Houston. Promise.