What the hell was I jabbering about? Whatever, I meant to say, didn't come out right due to illness, Benadryl, and cabin fever. I tried to fix it, but again, I apologize for writing blogs that make no sense (not that I usually make sense, but at least I put effort into it). I, really, should not be allowed to blog while in the following conditions:

1) Intoxicated (figured that one out over the holidays)
2) Sick (the blood of a toad...WTF?)
3) Happy (usually, this is when blogging is least interesting to me, anyway...hate to break it, but happiness is death to creativity)

The best time to blog is at 3:00 pm (the hardest time of day according to some psychic lady I once met) while slightly-depressed, seriously annoyed, with a little caffeine and under the pressure to either be somewhere else or do something else for which there will be some "shame triggering" consequences.

Too much depression and blogging, like everything, seems pointless. Too much happiness and not only do I have not desire to blog, nothing funny to say, but my edit function dissolves and I'm end up writing impassioned not-researched-at-all opinions on things I know a scanty bit about because I overheard someone in line at the movie theater talk about it (I was an English major, so maybe I know something about England before 1800...). Apparently, if I'm sick I just sound like a lunatic.

Just for today, I can blog in the right condition.