…except in this case I’m referring to days in a row in which I’m willing to have nothing useful to say.  This weekend has been good for nothing but inexplicable exhaustion and pointless crabbiness; I’m pretty sure I’m the only living thing in the house right now who is actually awake, and I’m certain I’m the only human.  I’ve been trying to get useful things done every once in a while– I cleaned up my living room and spent some time practicing my ukulele in between bouts of lying on the couch and moaning– but that’s about it.

This afternoon, I will see a movie where giant robots beat up giant monsters.  It is a sign of just how deep the rot in my brain has gotten that I’m not looking forward to it.

Blech.  Something interesting happen, please.

Well, this counts for something, I guess:  the six tags on this post?  Were suggested by WordPress after I dared to put a post up that I hadn’t bothered to add any tags to yet.  I’ll let you decide what relevance any of those six words have to anything I wrote.  At the moment we have not the slightest idea.

Prediction: at least one of those will get me a follow from one of the legions of WordPress SEO spambots that appear to do nothing but follow tags and like posts with those tags in them.  The longer I spend on this site the more I become convinced that I’m the only actual human being writing here.