I think it's safe to say that I've finally got that damned blogging monkey off my back. I feel bad admitting this, or, rather, I feel that I should feel bad admitting this, but over my hitherto month-long blogging hiatus I have had no desire to write anything.
There are still thoughts. Little tiny electrical currents still flow through my skull (that's all a thought is, according to one of those film strips [Cripes. Remember film strips? I really am old] they showed to us in sixth grade when our science teacher was absent and a sub was sent in to do little more than assure we didn't burn the place down), but I haven't really felt like sharing them.
I still don't, actually.
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