Well, you can tell by the nonsense title above that this evening's Rambler is entirely without form or direction. Get out while you still can.
Still here? Well, whatever. My brain has been stuck in first gear all day, and I have little to offer you in the way of witticisms or autobiographical anecdotes. I got up, did some work, did some writing, did some laundry, ate, worked, went to gym. Now I am home and have done some more work...
Jeeziz fuggin' Kryzt.
I'm sorry. Come back tomorrow. (Puts face in hands and weeps silently, only the shuddering of his shoulders betraying the display of emotion)