A Title Would Imply that I Know What I'm Going to Write

This is my last week to watch the kids. Leaving is a very important thing for me to do, but I'm going to miss them dreadfully. Ok, it's not like I'll never see them again, but I feel so selfish.

As it turns out, I have two shows to play with We Were Wolves this week, and being Tuesday already, my week is starting late. It's becoming a half-week the more I think about it.

I'm also realizing that I'm a little too confused to write anything particularly interesting, so this is here for posterity.

When time is longer I must remember to ramble on about the pretty girl with the brain.

Sorry this one sucked. Maybe a shrink somewhere will find the key to all that is unpleasant in one of these short posts...