I Am Beat
Some of you may have noticed that I didn’t update this site yesterday until way late. Sorry. It’s been a rough couple of days. I don’t want to get into it too much, so let’s just say I wasn’t getting enough sleep. But that’s what happens when you’re out saving lives. Whoops.
Did I let that slip? Darn it. I didn’t mean to mention that in my spare time, I rescue baby animals from fires and other assorted dangers. Now it just seems like I’m bragging, doesn’t it? Shoot. Really, that’s not what I was trying to do. I wasn’t trying to casually mention that I do things defend baby ducks from coyotes or run into burning pet shops, a la Pee Wee Herman, to save the lives of defenseless, and adorable, baby animals.
Oh, listen to me ramble on. Next thing you know, I’ll be blabbing about my work with the elderly. Shit. I did it again. Seriously, I’m not trying to charity-drop here. In no way did I mean to tell you all about how I carry elderly people on my back to sensibly-priced restaurants, so that they can enjoy a meal at the Olive Garden. I don’t need your accolades. The look on an old person’s face as they cling to my back while I race through traffic is thanks enough. I’m just going to keep quiet now before I let another one of my good deeds slip.
Have a good weekend, everybody. I hope you’ll all get outside and enjoy the beautiful weather. Not me, though. I’ll be too busy teaching teaching the blind to paint and counseling depressed ponies. Ooops!
