Tonight, there will be a waxing gibbous moon. No, really. They swear, it will be waxing gibbous.
Why does that sound like it was written by Lewis Carroll.
'Twas brillig and the slithy tove was waxing gibbous in the wabe.
I just finished five pieces of sushi, and I still want to go and get some candy. What's wrong with me? Where's my sense of discipline? Can I borrow fifty cents?
Okay.... I'm going back to work now. I'm still struggling with my PoMo paper. But I sense I'm nearing a breakthrough. Or a breakdown. Or a breakout. Or a breakdance. Hard to tell which just yet.
I'll keep you posted.