Blog posts I have considered and rejected this evening:
I Feel Fat (But I'm Eating These Pop-Tarts Anyway)
My New Passport Photo, or Why Does Every Piece of ID I Own Make Me Look Like Lizzie Borden?
That's Some Nasty Shit: The Scary Black Gunk I Found in the Drain Last Night
Mom! Mom! Mom!, or Good God, Child, Can You Please Stop Saying My Name for Five Minutes?
Since I clearly have nothing of value to say, I'm taking the night off. See you all tomorrow.