My Brain is Like Oatmeal

I feel bad, yet intrigued: my frequency of posting has decayed almost perfectly exponentially since I started the 'dlog.

Is it harder to apologize when you don't mean it, or to forgive someone who is unapologetic?

A dracula stood at a billiards table. His face was bathed in a sunbeam that penetrated the window. It was pleasant to him. He cracked his knuckles, as he had since his youth, and noted the absence of arthritis in his digits. Near to victory in the game, he gallantly approached his ultimate shot. He carelessly fired the cue ball, which missed the eight ball entirely and rolled into a nearby pocket. This did not dismay him as his less talented opponent, Rick, would likely not win the ongoing game this turn, and he would get another chance. The local Texas sun tea had so delighted the dracula that he had drunk too much, so he pissed in a nearby toilet. On flushing, he admired the clockwise-swirling maelstrom of the yellowed water. When he returned, Rick had accidentally pocketed the eight ball. Rick smiled at the dracula, and said, “OK, you win, with an axe to Rick.” The dracula was puzzled, but, thirsty for something other than tea, he honored his opponent’s request.

Is it better to slog through or to take a break?

Yours in tolerance,

John

p.s. This is my review for every Kevin Smith movie: if I want to hear banter, I visit a friend.