Since this cold has continued its streak of making me dumber with each passing day, today I post cheap lulz.

Writers Who Accidentally Crapped Out Masterpieces

This pretty much confirms that writing stuff under duress is the way to go.  I have been going about school the right way after all.

Also, the very idea (mentioned in the article) that somebody published the memos Kafka wrote in his bureaucratic desk job cracks me up to no end.  I hope that after a long and fruitful career as a civil servant, I fulfill my dream of writing wise and amazing poetry in my retirement.  Then, after my death, somebody can publish my reports to city council and apply literary analysis to them. 

The short walk to Corporate Video Mart to rent “Milk” has done me in. Sneeze! Here’s to a healthier, more prosperous tomorrow.