Days

Well, I feel like shit.  I knew that was coming, though.  I just didn't expect the associated nonsense.  Yes, I am trying not to swear, how could you tell?  Whatever.  At this point, I just want to finish this goddamn post and curl up somewhere and forget the rest of the world exists for a couple of decades until all of this goes away and stops mattering.  No, I don't actually mean that.  I know that.  But I'm in a bad mood right now so I'm saying things I know aren't pleasant and might hurt just because I don't want to think about whether I mean something or not.

That made no sense.  Or rather it did, except that it's still a terrible excuse and I know that.  Hell, even if it was a good excuse, the fact remains that it is in fact an excuse.  Excuses are bad.  Explanations are one thing, but excuses are what happens when it's been taken just a step too far.  At least that's the way my mind is currently making that particular distinction, and I don't particularly care if that's technically correct or not.

I know I was going to say something else.  And then of course I got distracted by email or something of that sort.  I think it was something pertaining to the title of this post.  But I don't even know anymore.  So sorry, but I'm not even going to try to fill this space with rambling nonsense.  Yesterday did enough of that and there's really no good reason for me to write anything reasonable at this point.  So that will be all now.  I have nothing more to say.  Good night, I guess.