There are days when I go to the writing well, send down a bucket, and it comes back not only empty but with "GFY" scrawled on the bottom in neon yellow. Today is obviously one of those days. So unless you want to hear about how HR's new and mysterious tendency to poop in his sleep is the latest night-wrecker (it's a safe bet you don't), I've got nothing else, so I'll jog on already.
Oh, but not before saying Happy Birthday to my newly-married sister. Hope you're having a great one lady!
I've been wanting to link some John Prine forever. Take it away, Johnny.
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