You know, The Dribbling. Kind of like “The Vanishing,” except with no coffin. And no one speaks French. Or freaks out because the story is so scary or morbidly perverse.
The Dribbling concerns my brief absence from The Blahg. I’m busy reading about categorization and editing radio news shorts about tarballs. And also possibly coming down with some sort of flu-ish illness, which is the first time in I can’t remember how long.
A fuller report is forthcoming.