I'm struggling to put pen to paper today. Which is odd because I'm looking at a screen. And there's no point in beating around the bush, because I don't have one.
Maybe I've bitten off more that I can chew. Maybe I should start drinking. I've never cried over spilt milk though because I'm lactose intolerant. So, I guess I'll just cross that bridge when I come to it.
Strange though, if every cloud has a silver lining does that mean it's bronze when you're feeling under the weather? Which makes sense 'cause I heard through the grapevine that curiosity killed the cat and that Ben Hauke killed the dance floor.