So, do you remember, way back when, when I was talking about scheduling stuff for this blog? That was so long ago. That was like two days ago. I think I've been either drunk or asleep for most of that time.
Well. I am wrong. I was wrong. I don't start my stupid Week O'Blogging on Friday! I start on Saturday! I will end on Wednesday! That's five damn days!
So ignore this last Friday. Except for everything that did exist, for all practical purposes Friday didn't exist. Concentrate what was Friday onto Saturday. This Saturday. It's like daylight savings time except you're losing a whole day. & you will not get it back. Not ever.
Unless my show moves again. I may need that Friday again. I mean, I lived through it, & so did you, but we will not speak of it again. As far as we are concerned, it did not happen. Not for this blog, at least. I actually had a nice time. Come to think of it. I drank some beer & watched a sci-fi flick, happy in the knowledge I didn't have to wake up at 4:30 in the morning for a Saturday morning radio show.
But! For the purposes of making sure my arbitrary schedule of posting here on this blog, the entry I posted on Friday, which is to say, anything about Friday, did not exist.
Perhaps you think I'm overreacting, & creating some kind of incident that's silly to mask an embarrassment I, as perhaps the only reader of this blog, am feeling. That's absurd! The plan of action I am recommending - that I am implementing! - is the only logical thing to do. I defy you to think of something other than forced, targeted self-amnesia.
What would you want me to do? Sheepishly apologize? I will not! This is not sex!
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