Bleh

I think I'm taking a little dip into melancholy again. I say again, but I don't think I've blogged about it before. I don't want to now either, anymore.

A Rant of Little Importance. . .

to maybe anyone but me. I know this will probably seem silly to many of you out there, but we all have some small thing or two that bugs us. . .don't we? And since I'm in the middle of a stretch of seven graveyard shifts, my brain is in another Zone. You know the one--it starts with a Twi and ends with a light.
With that in mind, I have decided to start here with my new campaign, and that is to encourage the proper pronunciation of the word. . . Bruschetta!
Broo-sket-ta! Broo-sket-ta! Broo-sket-ta! Not Broosheta! Thank you for your support.
(Not really sure where that came from, or even why. Chalk it up to a mild case of bloggorrhea).
Thanks again.