Please, please kindly refrain from publishing any posts for the next few days, as my Google Reader says have 1000+ unread blog posts and I JUST CAN’T HANDLE IT.
1000+. As in, “so fucking many that I can’t even count it, and I’m a computer. Give up now, mortal.”
1000+. As in, “wow your blogfriends are way too talkative. Were you gone for 5 days or 5 months?”
1000+. As in, “you’re barely treading water there, as you scroll quickly past the generic LOLposts and only pause momentarily on those written by dear friends.”
I have things to do, dear Blogosphere. Like spinning. And working. And knitting. And cooking dinner. And drinking tea. Or Guinness. So cut me a break, mm’kay?
If not for me, then do it for Macbeth. He’s lonely and misses his mommy:
He’s crying tiny kitten tears now. Listen closely and you can hear them fall onto his wrinkled widdle nosie.
Tell ya what, Blogosphere. I know you drive a hard bargain, so how about this: You cease all posts for the next 48 hours, and I promise to never show this picture, ever again:
And by “never never show this picture, ever again” I mean “today, unless I feel like it.”
I’m begging you.