I got...nothing right now. Nothing but a headache (a real one, not a cliche fake one) and a story that's due before I go to bed. Jules fell asleep about an hour ago. Seriously? It is 12:09 a.m.
The story is short--and almost written. It quite possibly would be written if I weren't writing this. Hmm....
Your reward for enduring this whining: a new episode of Pittsburgh Dad. (I haven't even watched this one yet). But I know you're in for a treat. Let me know what you think... 'night.
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