yeah, I was thinking about starting a new thread "MS After 20 Years" or something similarly relevant, entertaining, cosmic, and informative....

but I kept forgetting all those GREAT things I thunk up to say afore asleep, due to waking at 3 am with my bod attempting a demi-plié style, rigor-mortis maneuver.

I'd mentally compose some more, and then, flush! it goes away... because I must race to the lav, hurridly fumble with my pants drawstring, and struggle to PEEL my panties off, whilst simultaneously centering and LOWERING myself over the bowl, because I don't wanna have to clean up the floor afterwards.

or, I think up some EXCELLENT point, and try to move faster than molasses to jot it down, trip, fall, and bash my head, which induces amnesia, alas.

or, I'd go to type it out on my craptop, discover my vision's gone double, and lose my train of thought while hunting for my pirate's eyepatch.

gor blimey, avast ye maties, and ARGGGGHHHHH !!!




these minor complications lead to extensive use of naughty language.