I Got Nothin'

I've been silent lately, dear readers, because I'm all worded out. I'm pooped. I'm dang sick of typing, and I'm so brain-fried I've felt that I couldn't write something even remotely entertaining.

I've had back-to-back big ole' intensive writing projects at work. Since it's me and the Princesses on our own because our King is living at his job (for reasons he can't help, it's even worse than usual), if I don't get enough time to write during the two days I'm in the office (and I never, ever do), then I'm writing late at night after the Princesses put their bedazzled little noggins to bed. With almost no sleep over the past few days, I'm surviving on Coca-Cola and chocolate right now (I swear this latest project has added five pounds specifically to my tush).

So I guess this entry is just me whining. How pathetic. Let me get some sleep and get over myself. In the meantime, here's a quick cultural fix: check out BBC America - according to my latest Entertainment Weekly they've got digitally remastered versions of "Monty Python's Flying Circus" - love it. If you've never experienced Monty Python, check out one of my all-time favorite skits - the Dead Parrot Sketch. Enjoy!