I don't have anything left to say, not today anyway. I've just started three times and then deleted what I had written. A friend suggested using Dragon dictation software so that I can write my blog posts while lying in bed, or commuting to and from work. Somehow my unedited and deranged highway ramblings might not transcribe well here. There is already much nonsense that makes its way through. I fear a site where the floodgates to commuter slumber would be loosed. Nobody, I don't think, would want even greater access to my inner voice. Some of it already makes its way into these pages and it makes me uncomfortable. It is awkward, hideous stuff.
I don't feel well.
It started yesterday, or the day before, as these things so often do.
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