Raining vs. Pouring (no, this isn't the weekly post)

Irony follows me everywhere, like a dog with glowing, all-seeing eyes.

After the initial thought that morning was like being punched, and the rising consciousness that comes only once I've brushed my teeth and stepped into the shower, my first real, coherent thought was "Oh no. I have to post today. What the hell am I going to write about?" The next coherent thought was the constant pounding beat of "Nothing. Nothing. Nothing." and that awful mental clench that precedes true writer's block.

Of course, that meant that as I got dressed, I surrendered to having nothing good to write, and got through the wincing realization that that meant another apology post, of the variety I expressly promised I would not write.

And of course, that meant that on the way to work I was flooded with ideas for posts.

There will be a real post later today, I assure you; but I had to share this latest episode in the ongoing comedy that is my brain. And now, to work.