I was so busy sleeping and eating and creating a blog devoted to Patrick Turner’s horrible taste in ties that I completely missed these drunken Rochester tweets.
I have too many things to keep track of. I just should stop sleeping. It’s for the weak.
Or as E.D. says, “I’m teh weak one.” (Oh, you poor baby. Have some tea. Everyone deserve tea. Even men who neglect their intelligent daughters and sickly wives)
Is he just screaming out into the void at this point, like we all are?
The tweet that got me? “I CANt FOLlOW YOUR RULES Like THIs,” which is either directed at Twitter’s inane 140-character limit, or at Jane.