I appear to have reached an all-time low,
which, seeing where the bar is situated, makes me limbo champion of the universe as I touch the back of my balding scalp to my yellowed heels.
I had been thinking it was time to post again, but, being too beaten down and so very dangling on the edge of extinction to really care, I dithered. I dallied. The only thing I had ready was a video, and that would make two videos in a row.
For some reason, I imagined my readers would really care about this.
As if! And once again possessed with that profoundly cynical Weltanschauung—which is a brand of German washing machine that tells you to at least rinse out your skivvies, dude, then locks you in the basement until you comply— I rallied!
What is my solution? Post a cute cat video that’s not even by me! I oughta be horse-whipped. Horse-whipped, I tell ya!