Ten Years On
In Which Your Humble Blogger is more humble than usual, in a humblebrag sort of way.
In Which Your Humble Blogger is more humble than usual, in a humblebrag sort of way.
In Which Your Humble Blogger begins a fifth, I think, Shakespeare production. Fifth? Hamlet, Shrew, R3, As You Like It. Fourth, then. Unless I’m missing one.
In Which Your Humble Blogger is happy to be alive, considering the alternatives, which is perhaps the point.
In Which Your Humble Blogger has some darned Good Stuff.
In Which Your Humble Blogger hopes it’s coffee, anyway.
In Which Your Humble Blogger is inhabited.
In Which Your Humble Blogger comes around again.
In Which Your Humble Blogger is mostly talking about guys.
In Which Your Humble Blogger would rather have just slept the night through.