Oh yeah...

I do have a weblog don't I? I really should do interesting things in order to write compelling posts that a disparate audience may read no gain insight into my goings on but more importantly to be entertained by my zany antics.

I have no zany antics to post. I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I know, I know, you come for the anticy zaniness, but I've nothing to report. And you know who's fault that is? Not mine, goodness no, I don't take the blame for these things. No, it's Nicole's fault. Oh, yes, you heard me. Because I've been talking to her for most of my spare time in the past few days, I don't get the opportunity to dredge up amusing situations to parade in front of my readers. Including YOU Nicole! I know you're reading this! You know why I don't have anything to say today? Because you are TOO DAMNED INTERESTING! Cut it out! Make me hate talking to you, then you'll get a good post. Deal?