That pretty much sums up how I feel at this point. In the past, I've been accused of having many words, but nothing to say. And while I can easily defend myself against that statement, I find it ironically fitting at this moment. This is what happens after you reach a certain point where you can no longer listen, read, or talk about a subject with any passion, interest, or knowledge because the intake was too much, too out of control, and too mind-numbingly "what the ****" for the brain and heart to process.
This brings us to the Te'o girlfriend hoax story. After the news broke on Wednesday, I was on Twitter and had some fun with it for a while. When I say, "fun" I actually mean coping with bad news through humor, snark, and general OMGZ. It's what myself and the rest of the ND Twitterati do in times like these. After I was done with all of that, I fully intended to write something that night. That's what we, as bloggers, are supposed to do. Right?
Not for me. I...