Oh people, people. It has not been a good day. Buoyed by the tremendous success of the first-ever Thursday Haiku Smackdown, I went out drinking last night. As did...well, almost everybody else. And being the Big Dumb Self-Loving Losers that we are, we all drunk-dialed, drunk-Haiku'd and drunk-talked-on-telephone until the wee hours of the morning.
This morning? Hurting. Just a bit. Ow. Light and sound? Pair of evil fuckers.
I believe Coleen said what we all felt this morning best:
I would pay cash money or sexual favors for an egg mcmuffin right now.
Preach it, sister.
But no amount of cash money could buy the hilarity, the brilliance, the just plain blogging innovation that was yesterday's prolific marathon of Haiku-ing. I shall treasure the 130-odd Haikus on my comments board forever. I shall treasure the 90 bazillion hits this site got yesterday (yes, mostly us hitting refresh, shut up). I shall not, unfortunately, treasure the 130-odd emails I received. New comment posted new comment posted new comment posted new comment posted new comment posted etc. etc. Holy God in heaven there were a lot.
Also? I got my hair cut yesterday. And I took pictures after I'd had a few. Priceless. Click below to see the carnage.