Get thee behind me, Professor! Or Tony, or whomever...

Guess who's feeling better!

Guess who almost just spelled 'guess' with a 'q'? ;)

I can't tell you the last time I actually WROTE something.

I've been sick for several days -- maybe a week -- and some jerk nearly broke my wrist yesterday, so although I finally felt well this morning, I couldn't do much of anything, but lie on the couch and continue 'resting'.

I'm tired of resting!

I'm tired of scheduled 'Kisses' and fluff and my blog updating without me.

It's strange; like a ghost is posting to your blog...

What if someone schedules a whole bunch of entries -- a whole month's worth of entries! -- and then, on their way home one night, they die in a car crash.

Their blog would keep updating, and people would keep commenting...

"Oh, I love this entry! Good job!!"

Never knowing....

I find the whole thing creepy. The possibility of updating a blog from the grave!

-- Or is it 'beyond' the grave? What if you don't think there is anything beyond the grave?? And even if you do...what, you're gonna ignore paradise for a while, and update your blog from Heaven?!

"Hi, everyone. I'm floating on a cloud, and eating marshmallows."

Or maybe you're a sinner.

"Hi, everyone. Still burning in Hell, but I just had to blog about the great Bette Davis movie I watched this morning!"

As if they let you watch Bette Davis movies in Hell...it's probably nothing but Joan Crawford. ;)

My Hell would be marathons of big technicolor musicals:

Satan to Ginger, while cracking a whip across her backside: "Here, you naughty girl! Watch WEST SIDE STORY!"

Ginger to Satan, while secretly enjoying her spanking: "But Satan, I've already watched it three times today!"

Satan to Ginger: "Well watch it again! HA HA HA..." [Satan singing] "Maria, I've just met a girl named Ma-REE-ah..."

Am I annoying you yet? ;)

Well, I'm gonna post a lot tonight. Assuming my wrist can take it -- it's the right wrist, so using the mouse is pretty rough, but as an unpublished, unemployed, 'in my mind', not-at-all professional writer, I'm trained to write through anything!

And assuming my child -- who keeps making strange noises in her sleep -- doesn't wake up screaming, crying, running fever, and/or spewing forth any form of substance from her body, then YES, I will blog all night...

(Well, maybe not all night; I've got to go grocery shopping in the morning. But oh well.)

Ginger Singing: "I could have blogged all night...I could have blogged all night."

Pardon me a second, will you? Now Satan wants to act out a scene from MY FAIR LADY.

[Ginger rolling her eyes] "In 'artford, 'ereford, and 'ampshire..."

"Confound it, Ginger, quit dropping your H's!"

"Yes, Satan...I mean, Professor Satan."

-- He's such a perfectionist. ;)

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