Feeling Funny
Actually, I don’t feel funny at all, and that’s why I haven’t posted in a while. Entertainment has always been my chief goal here. Nobody wants to read an account of my multitudinous personal catastrophes without a big steaming gob o’ humor slathered on top to render it more palatable, myself included.
The problem is that my 50th birthday is looming over me like the sole of Godzilla’s foot, and I just haven’t felt like making jokes very much lately. Humor, unlike people, can’t be forced to work.
So this is an apology to anyone who has been impatiently awaiting my next literary effort. (Also, please seek psychiatric help.) You can console yourself with the knowlege that anything I would have written during the past few weeks would have been irredeemable crap. That thought has been a great, though pathetic, comfort to me as the days pass and I continue to write NOTHING.
