Early this morning, at 3:30AM, someone in the South was looking for "pictures derby widows," and I think was disappointed to find my link because they left after two minutes. Well, here's a little sexy .jpeg to keep you coming back, baby!
Today, I am up early to capitalize on a silent morning and edit my latest Bennington College packet before sending it to my uber-genius of a professor, Tom. I'm two-for-two with instructors who have had the brain meats that challenge my writing to the point I wake up paranoid days before, copy my work over into another file and re-type it in from scratch to make sure I do not appear the fool when I send the work in. As my nose started to bleed from the stress, I turned to the internet to tell me what's good. Which led me to my stats page, because like all lonely people on the internet, I want my kicks. Unlike them, I decided to keep both hands on the keys. Unless, of course, I'm cam-prostituting.
The written word is dangerous. Wear your gauntlets at all times.
All the other searches have been less ambiguous, some with even my government name being used along with the phrase "derby widow." That's pretty cool. Thank you to everyone, whether I know you or not, for reading.
All right, enough procrastination. I have some reviews to edit, a bout to run, and some games to call. Take it easy!