Midnight
It's midnight.
I should be sleeping, but I can't. There are too many ideas running through my head at the moment.
It's time for me to write.
I've inundated my friends and family for years with commentaries on everything from foreign currency transactions to the menu at Taco Bell. Some of my commentaries are funny or insightful. Some are me ranting about something I'm annoyed about. All of them come with "Frank's Blog Guarantee" - if you think I've wasted your time with a blog entry, you have the right to kick me in the shins as hard as you want.
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(I promise I'm not being a smart a**. I'm in a mischievous mood...)
Damn.