De Blog De Blog

The wife’s away the boy will . . . blog. The Warden is gone, so I have decided to leave dirty dishes in the sink, clothes in the dryer, piles of garbage in their respective cans and BLOG. I guess this is cheaper than a long distance phone call. She can read all about it. I’m home doing nothing productive, I’m blogging. It’s hot outside, the air is on, and I’m blogging. I’ve got nothing to say, nothing to contribute to society, but I’m blogging. I don’t know when to stop, my fingers just feel like dancing (on the keys), so I’m blogging. I’m not using any toner, or ink, or paper, ‘cause I’m blogging. I’m just filling up cyberspace, making some mainframe whirl and wiz with electronic positive and negative charges (or something like that) with my blogging. I’m helping to put my wife to sleep and she keeps reading and reading and reading my blogging. Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.

Goodnight.