The Fool’s Dog
Every year, I resolve to make a new web site. I do all sorts of epic stuff, and then...well, shit happens. Somewhere in the process of excreting multiple child-sized life forms, I agreed that I would a) keep them alive, b) drive them everywhere, and c) ratchet my brain back to default setting at least once every week.
I don't know where anything is, Wordpress is making me angry, and yet, I can remember EVERY lyric to possibly every Duran Duran song. This does not feel like progress.
Such is the life of The Fool.
As much as the Fool