Tom Coates, everybody’s favorite hazard to small children ( …what’s the difference between Michael Jackson and a plastic bag?), hits the nail on the head. Lately I’ve been feeling like the only thing I could write about if I did post here would be work. Work, or some largely–unentertaining facet of my personal life.
The silence is for your protection, and has absolutely no correlation to my laziness at this current juncture.