You know it’s time to tart things up when your blog flatlines.
This is evidenced by a line of dots and no jogs in the line of dots next to the name of your blog………………………………………….sort of like that.
This is when you pull out the big guns – steamy innuendo-ridden prose. Stories of crime sprees and police chases, or like the Carl’s Junior ads on tv, commercials showing anorexic women in string bikinis gyrating while they eat gloppy, disgusting burgers. What is that about? What could make me want to watch TV more than two or three of those ads between news reports of the Missing Malaysian Flight 370 and tomorrow’s ever sunny weather forecast? Not much, I’m thinking…………………………………………………………………
Well, it is time to get out the paddles and wake this puppy up.
But before we do, I think I’ll get some sleep and dream of disastrous tech rehearsals. That’s what I dream about when I’m stressed out. Maybe it’s caused by too many late night Fritos, or too much sparkling water – these are my remaining vices – those and the occasional ice cream. ……………………………………………………………………..
Sleep tight! zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz…………………………….
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