Blog clog, 2nd night of minus 20 F.
All day at work things pop into my head. Not just run of the mill things, but really fiendishly clever things. Of course there is no time to stop and write them down. I try to remember them till lunch so I can scribble a note, but to no avail. Then I get home, and see that the old humor blog needs to be refreshed, but zippo. No flame of inspiration. Somewhere around the edges of perception, the horrible puns I envisioned earlier in the day tease me. That is the problem, when I am supposed to be... Sign in to see full entry.