Stupid sexy interslice

Children, sometimes the internet breaks. It’s always always Jason’s fault.

I wanted to blog this morning, as I have been in a goofy mood since last night, but the server that holds this magnificent blog, Jake’s haiku-only blog, and the Jeaun crapped out.

So now I’m not full of imagination, silliness, or airplanes; I have to pee like a raceproverbial because I drank too much tea; and I really ought to whip out the IJ.

On the upside, it’s file clean-out day, and I get to wear jeans, and have scored a sweet free copy of the Qur’an.