I am coming to the end of things to say. I'm finding myself to be less and less interesting. It's a shame, really, since I spend so much time with myself.
Lately I've been making myself laugh while I'm reading literature citations. Woo! What a hoot!
It is a bit silly, though. Here are the ones I have right in front of me:
A. Peacock
Hall and Smol
Flannery, Snodgrass, and Whitmore (it's like a storybook law firm)
James, Smith, and Jones (three nonidentifiable last names)
Wratten and Cox (forgive my crude humor)
Husband, Fitter, and Young (just seems odd)
Feldmann, Aguirre-Urreta, Chirino-Halvez, and Casadio (which of these things is not like the other?)
I should go to bed now. It's late. And with all the fun of literature citations, I'm surely tuckered out!