Okay, not really, really it appears to be this guy [or girl?]:
http://rulebrittaniea.org/2006/10/18/the-drunk-is-nigh
But. Faulkner is my hero. King of the run on sentence which is maybe why I love him so we have that in common which works for me.
And, in honor of Faulkner, I am popping open a beer. Yay!
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Damn. I knew I forgot something.
You see, when I get drunk I get sleepy. It's hard to write when you're sleepy. It's hard to even want to write when you're sleepy.
But if you forgot to write, why did you bother to get drunk, pray tell? Enquiring minds, and all that.
You are too young Pooks I will explain when you are older.
[By the way, I do not suppose any of you weisenheimers have noticed this post is logged an hour and a half after the first post and I forgot to put a title on it? Like that was really the first beer.]
Ahem. I am a girl.
Good to know, Brit. Say, how much drunken blogging did you get going that night?
Quite a lot. You can google NaDruWriNi to see everyone's work.
Cool. I see Gwenda in there a lot. And there is Pooks... wait, should I be worried I recognize people?
Um. I've never seen any of those people before in my life.
Damn right. 159 google links right off the top. I am a social animal.
[by the way, do you know how hard it is, what an act of will it requires here, to not to fix this post and give it a title?]
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