I am stressed, therefore I blog. Now, how would that translate into Latin, I wonder? Any help, here?

Do you know how strange it is? When you get stressed out you take out your fried braincells on bits and bytes hoping to god what bleeds from your keyboard aspires to something cathartic. I probably wonder if the ‘masterpiece’ I end up writing deserves its 2-minute spot on my own blog.

How do I describe the colour of the stress? I think russet brown. Like the colour of that effluent that excretes from that scandalous orifice, depending on your diet. It smells like the leavings of a sullen sewer, and it sure as hell sounds like the wet tearing of trapped gas while… being extruded. It probably has the same plasticity and form as wet clay, but I’ve never checked, so I wouldn’t know. Scatology experts will have to clue me in on how it tastes, too, because I’m as in-the-dark as the general public on that subject.

Ahh.. scatology and references to the second most interesting human act, and I must say, quite a distant second to ‘fidgeting’ between the sheets.

This has been a public service ping to PPS, from a blog that is infected with that debilitating disease, ping-i-tis.