Blahg

I could tell you the story of my even more insane travel woes last night trying to get home from Paducah...but I won't.

I could tell you about how I went ass 0ver elbows due to high heels on a slippery office corridor floor yesterday, resulting in an f'ed up arm...but I won't.

I could talk about the vast wasteland of nothingness between Paducah and Nashville...but I won't.

I could gripe about how dumb it is that if I wear a skirt that shows maybe 8" of patterned tight-clad knee between dress and boots, that this is somehow considered "sexy" office attire and therefore probably not professional...but I won't.

I could whine about FSU losing to Wake Forest last night...but I won't.

I could talk about my own ineptitude with social media resulting in me having no earthly idea what this whole BarCamp Atlanta thing is about...but I won't.

I could bitch some more about noncommittal flaky people who are impossible to pin down...but I won't.

I could talk about tonight's game 1 of the ALCS and my sadness over not being there in person to cheer on my Sox...but I won't.

I could post a music video of a song I heard on the radio at lunch...but I won't.

I got nuttin'. Sorry.