That is my after-midnight advice to you all. Otherwise, you’ll end up like this:
Actually, that’s just from where my hand became part of our household highway during an early evening cat derby ’round the living room, but you get the idea. The end result of working long after you’re cognisant of your mistake-making tendencies is a shot to the pride — much like something out of a Hemingway novel.
So I’m going to bed. This whole Audioblogging thing can sit and stew until tomorrow, because tonight, it just ain’t gonna happen.
