It’s Friday. The coffee is on (Don’t you love the tinkling sound of the coffee maker? It tinkles. It also groans. I like it.) and I still have plenty of hazelnut creamer. I hate running out. It’s like waking from a gorgeous dream, thinking it’s Christmas morning and then realizing that no, it’s just a Tuesday in March. Tell me you’ve done this.
On a disconcerting note, I found out that Gordon Dill is a philosophy major. I am rethinking my hate.
On an even more disconcerting note, I’ve been tracking my blog. The search engine terms that get people to my blog. Conclusion: My readers are insane. By far, the biggest pull is “Owen & Mzee,” which is fucking HEElarious because you know it’s some sweet soul just searching for pictures of their favorite hippo and turtle. Or, oh God, it’s a kid. Poor child comes a lookin’ for cute photos and gets a health-care rant peppered with bad words and sarcastic religious commentary. Sorry, kiddies.
Peace, Love, and Unexpected Friendships.