The muse is just giving me the silent treatment

I am back. I figured that I should post, you know post or perish, today since I have not posted since Thursday. I am not sure what that all means but I think I owe you all an explanation. I do not have one, so deal with it.

Let's see what is up in the world. J Lo is suing her ex-husband. Apparently he is shopping a tell all book that has denigrating comments about her. What else is new? You say denigrating, I say truth that she cannot stand to bare or have the world know (for certain, albeit through some dude's eyes). Let's call the whole thing off!

As I said the muse seems to be giving me the silent treatment. That bitch! I guess I should not complain, I mean, I am male, I must have done something wrong. Also, it seems it is one of those "because you do not know what you have done, that makes me angrier" type of silent treatments. Any male who has ever had a relationship, especially sexual, with a female knows that "fight". That is not to say I have sex with my muse, though I wonder if I did would that make me unfaithful? Just another existential type of question.

You know I have scraped the bottom of my mental barrel when I am writing about the muse giving me the silent treatment. Bare with me as I try to type my way out of this funk. I am thinking a good Rip Van Winkle, 20 year sleep, would hit the spot, but like Warren Zevon said, "I'll sleep when I am dead."

Just when I think that I have seen it all, somebody is making and selling what can best be described as a dildo cozy. Strange but a very good idea. That way, you can leave your dildo or other favorite phallic item out in the open, covered to look like a reject from Fraggle Rock. It is indeed a good idea, not obese person toilet good, but good enough.

I am done. I may just try to stick my tongue in an outlet to zap my brain to work. I will let you know how that works out for me. Ciao