Tick. Tick. Tick.
What to blog about? What to blog about?
That's good. That's eleven words now.
No! Counting the last two sentences, that's seventeen words now!
No! Counting the previous sentences, that's . . .
Well, you get the picture.
But dammit, I owe my readers a good, funny post; or failing that, one of at least . . . 45 words.
Or more! (47 . . .)
Some nights you just fall flat, and all the reliable stimuli (wine, women, song) fail to inspire. If I was attracting, say, 1,000 hits a day I would feel confident enough to blow it all off for more wine, women, song.
But I don't have that cushion, so I must slog on, until my PayPal contributions finally enable me to buy wine, women, etc.
By the way, is anyone getting tired of me whining about how little traffic I get? Well, tough.
That's what I do, and I'm damned good at it.
139 words.
Scratch that. 143 words.
Wait a minute. 146 words.
Ladies and Gentlemen: I have discovered the secret of perpetual motion!
157 words. But who's counting?