Rabid

I have been flat on my back over the last few days with the flu, loyal readers, but am trying to put feeble fingers to keyboard today to try and get caught up. I've fallen behind on the Polonia Brothers project as well as another pitch I was working up this week. Perhaps my technicolor Nyquil dreams will serve as my muse.

Somebody found my blog by typing in sex farm john oak dalton. I don't think I've ever worked at such a farm, nor have I had the opportunity to write a script based on this idea--yet. Somebody also found my blog by typing in Twas the Night Before Desperate Housewives, whatever that means.

Back at full strength tomorrow, but 'til then give me a holler at johnoakdalton@hotmail.com.