Ok. Here’s the deal. I’ve not accomplished nearly what I should have accomplished by this point in my work week, and that translates into no-timee-for-postee. And it’s probably a good thing, as what I lack in free time corresponds directly to what I lack in creativity these days. That said, I got nothing. Except for this. Which you’re going to kill me for. I mean it. You are.

I just can’t help myself sometimes.