Meaning I'm behind in my email correspondence.
Why do I always think of something clever to say when I'm on the bus and far from a computer internets blog thing? Maybe I'm not bored enough when I'm home. Maybe I'm just not home enough. I dunno.
I've turned into one of those boring people who just works. That's it. I started writing a series of short stories and my main character was so boring I wanted to kick him in the teeth. Fucking architects.
Anyway, I invented a friend for him - a complete and utter reprobate who lives by the slogan, "women ain't nothin' but bitchez and hoes". Suddenly I'm interested in this project again. My initial story was suffering from a near fatal testosterone deficiency.