Apathy is working against me,
Wants to bring me down.
I sit here, knowing that I must write, but I just don’t give a damn.
My honored and dysfunctional associates all have prior obligations. Jesus Miguel Hernandez is currently busy gazing into a spring, and Captain Adam Hoden is off crying, and Woody Flavour is, of course, stone-fucking-dead. This leaves yours truly to pound out some sort of mildly entertaining article. Problem is: I just don’t feel like it.
Therefore, instead of giving you some clunker of a posting, here’s some more of Stephen Fry and Hugh Laurie: