You’d think that after a week of mixing and mingling and heavy drinking and excessive pork consumption in Miami, a man would come back with a burst of creativity and an embarrassment of links.
Unfortunately, no. I am only worn, spent, and now somehow possessing far less brain power than I had when I left.
Despite this fact (or – yes – perhaps because of it), I am now primed to once again bring the mediocrity. Prepare, effers.