I have a list of topics to blog about on my coffee table. Right next to my whole grain croissant and evening tea. Probably fifteen or more random droppings, but none seem appropriate or I don't feel like going into it. There is a chasm I feel this nite. I'd like to discuss it, but I don't know what I'm feeling. At a loss for what to type. Just a blinking cursor on white in the 'Compose' box staring back at me. You are no comfort this hour, Blog Spot.
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