I couldn’t let the clock hit midnight without giving it up to the one and only Sam Cooke. So I will post a tweet I wrote earlier tonight.
I almost forgot today is Sam Cooke’s birthday. He’d be 78 today, and he
would’ve seen that change certainly came and took office 2 days ago.
I don’t remember how I remembered or what made me think of it, but at least I remembered.
And it’s been an interesting day that I might talk about on another day. I rather not go into great detail about it, but instead I can rewrite it as a little fictional piece inspired by a true story. It would consist of being distracted all day, an overflowing toilet with “products that weren’t friends of mine” and dealing with something I won’t go into detail with, but will hyperlink with two words: tonsil stones. If you know what those are, then you already know. If not, click at your own risk.
Now I must work on some other blog related things. Yay for me!
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Sam Cooke is a legend and I’m glad you remembered his birthday. I completely forgot and will spend the evening in a morbid state of self-flogging. All the while “Cupid” plays in the background.
There’s no need for such harsh treatment… but if you must, carry on. I’m having a hard enough time remembering my own birthday.