When it’s time for me to go to lunch and I haven’t yet blogged anything, I feel a twang of disappointment in myself. I’m not 100% sure what a twang feels like, but I’d venture to guess it feels like a mini hernia.
Not everyone can be the best at everything. Sometimes 6th place is just as rewarding as first. Even if you don’t know what the hell the website is that put you 6th.
I got nothing right now.