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This morning, I woke up and realized I have absolutely nothing left to say.  After all, how many entries can one person write about how incompetent the Bush Administration is?  How many entries can one person write about his assorted geek obsessions, most of which are of interest only to the writer?  And I'm sure you're as tired of reading about my hapless attempts to find a girlfriend as much as I'm tired of writing about them.  I mean, who am I kidding?  I'm never going to get a book deal from posting any of this crap.  I've basically been phoning it in for the past few months, anyway.  It's time to find a new hobby, one that doesn't keep me chained to this computer.  In fact, I'm seriously considering donating my computer to an elementary school or something.  When I think of all the hours I've wasted at this desk, I'm filled with a profound emptiness that is starting to make Scientology look pretty damn appealing.  There's a Scientology center just down the street.  Maybe I'll go in for a personality test later today. 

 

So long, everybody.  It's been real.

Maybe you should try Google Romance first.

Is this your idea of an April Fool's joke???

You'd best be kidding...I hope. I read you EVERYDAY. You've passed on a few links I would never have seen otherwise and a lot encouragement in the Department of Gimp Survival.

Damn, boy, don't stop now. Please?

And by the way: I hate April Fool's Day.

Damn it.

Can I suggest that you take a break, and come back when the desire comes back? It would be a shame to lose another disabled voice from the blogosphere. I only found you a month or so ago and it's been more than readable. I for one would be sorry to see you go.

I only check in occasionally but I think your work has value. I hope you were just celebrating the holiday.

good joke. you got me.