He wanted to write.
Really and truly he did.
But a day soaking in ultraviolet rays at the beach, followed by an evening of playing Bananagrams, cared not for his wishes or aspirations.
Instead there he lay, head resting on the keys of his laptop, drool pooling on the built in mouse pad, too far gone to realize that the wombats had taken control of his keyboard.
Fortunately for him (and you) wombats can't spell and make lousy story tellers...so they just decided to raid the fridge and crawl off into the night.
THIS is why I should not post to the blog late at night...
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