Supplication

I give in.

In order to avoid the revelation of my most embarassing secrets on Slater's Diametral Pitch, I'm putting up a post. In defiance of his blackmail, however, it won't be a funny one.

Take that, world!

I'm at that point in the evening when my thoughts are not at all clear or useful. It's entertaining to watch in a kind of nauseating, horrifying kind of way. I just spent half an hour thinking, "I ought to go to bed now. Yup. I'm gonna be tired tomorrow, by golly," and so on and so on, ad nauseum. And I was going to avoid this again, but for the aforementioned threats. So I guess blackmail works pretty well.

Still and all, I can't think of too many stories Slater knows that would embarass me. Not that that's an invitation to share, mind you--I just can't think of any tales that might haunt me at this point. My suggestion late one night that Daphne from Scooby Doo was stacked really isn't that shocking a revelation. I once had that rather unfortunate incident with the copy machine and the chicken and the rubber glove, but really, who hasn't had that experience?

Besides, I'm not the one who taught vacation bible school classes for an entire summer playing the part of a girl named Lark...

However, I'm willing to concede that my current mental state is probably not the best for remembering compromising incidents, so I'll keep my mouth shut and plan on more extensive posting in the future.

Your comments, as always, are an encouragement I appreciate. Chime in. Heck--give me something weird to write on and I'll make it a future topic. How's that for audience participation? Yes, you too can be a part of The Sojourner Chronicle; how lucky for you!

I'm going to bed. Probably.