A light, airy, effervescent, blog of grave consequence. (NOT!) Dedicated to those of us who must respond to negative stimuli by Chernobyling (entombing in concrete) our innermost thoughts.

Location: Slaughter, Louisiana, United States

A semi-gruntled corporate reliability engineer trying to make ends meet while keeping my wife happy, and myself out of the asylum.

Sunday, April 17, 2011

Sunday morning, Coming Down

I'm pretty sure Johnny Cash didn't write that song after putting two coats of Kilz on a remodeled bathroom, but I think I know what he felt like when he did.


Anonymous Anonymous said...

Actually I believe Cris Kristofferson wrote it.

6:10 PM  

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