Yogurt Tomorrow...

Hi, gentle readers.

You know that feeling? Like when your brain is attempting to escape from your school skull (see, I don't even know what I'm typing!) by slowly boring out of one eye with a blow torch and a jackhammer?

No? Maybe?

Well, that's the feeling currently coursing through my head. It's threatening to become a migraine, which I can get fairly regularly, so I'm going to have to bid y'all adieu. That's French-Texan for you. I call it Frexan. Or Trench.

Ok, the pain in my head is clearly giving me delusions that I'm funny. I'll just give it a break, and we'll see y'all tomorrow.