I don't know if it's something in the air and/or water, or if it's a phases-of-the-moon thing, or if it's some latent (now manifest) anxiety about losing an hour of time this weekend, but I finally got off my arse and got back to blogging. I know that not a soul is going to read this, and that's cool, but if it keeps me off the streets and out of trouble, then all the better.
That was an inauspicious beginning. But, hey, cut me a break--I woke up all of ten minutes ago with a punk version of Barry Manilow's 'Mandy' going through my head. And no, I have no idea why. I'll take it as a good sign that this'll be in an interesting day.
For now, though, breakfast awaits.
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