Weds. Already?

Oh, fuck me, thought it was still Tues., have nothng scheduled & no effing inspiration whatsoever. And in exactly a month, I will turn 73, if the gov't. hasn't killed me by then.

Typing things has become a drag, like gravity, or having to breathe. Damn you, autonomic nervous system! Let me be!There. That should hold the little bastards.