Devil Monkey Boy

I have a nice, lovely post trapped on my Blackberry. My dead Blackberry. Rather than wait for it to charge up enough so I can send it to myself, I have decided to post this lame-ass post. See, I had a mind to post every day this week. Think of it like this: blogging is like eating a meal. Ordinarily, I peck at the best thoughts of the day, leaving the lima beans and mystery meat untouched. I eat what I want, when I want. But when you decide to post every day, you are basically saying, "I will clean this plate, cauliflower and all." That's the only way to explain this post.

Wow, that was a tortured metaphor... about a tortured post. The worse the metaphor, the more apt it becomes. Blech. This is all getting too meta for me. Jesus, a pun too?

I'm embarassed to hit "Publish Post".

And yet...