How can NaPoMo be over already? The month flew by so quickly, alas. The Poet Laureate of this blog says he needs inspirational posts to fire his imagination. But life is dullsville, no? Where's the poetry in life, I ask you? Where?
(Why am I ranting and striking my bosom in Shakespearen fashion this morning. I dunno. Maybe I'll be better after a coffee.)
In other news, Fancy Feast date success. We ended up meeting at the McD's in St. Henri, of all the godforsaken places. It was a mid-point for us. Had a good time. Surprisingly. The reward for low, low expectations, I guess. I think Fancy Feast may be JAW Fan's kind of man. He's on the chunky side, and nothing sets him off like people who behave badly on public transit. Need I say more.