Someone once asked me how I think up all the posts that I have on my blog and if I worry about running out of ideas.
Honestly no, I always have ideas, unless I’m dead. Or if somehow I’m turned into a living vegetable.
Or if maybe I become a paraplegic and I can’t pay or guilt someone into transcribing my silly nonsense with their thumbs on their cell phone. I don’t have a cell phone in this hypothetical scenario. I’m a paraplegic.
What was the question again?