What the fuck is it with you lot?
I explained yesterday that the head was a bit fuzzy, and while I wasn’t looking for any sympathy, I at the very least assumed you would understand if I didn’t write anything.
But no. It’s coming up to four in the afternoon and I’m starting to get the snarky comments about the fact that I haven’t written today.
Are your lives so pathetic that you can’t last a full day without reading my stuff? Are your lives that empty? Are my musings that important in the scheme of things?
Have you tried doing something else instead? Like living?
Just think about it from my perspective. I’m sitting here with a blank mind, nicely relaxed, yet I am supposed to worry about what to write? I mustn’t let my pathetic readers down must I? Am I supposed to worry about you sad people constantly pressing your refresh button in the hopes that I have published?
Well, today my response is “tough shit”.
I’m going to shut my eyes now and have a wee doze.
You lot can fuck off.
I’m not going to write anything today.