Every time I sit down to post, I glance up at my wipe-off calendar and remember that it's no longer September, and I really should change it. I then decide that there is no time like the present (an anomaly in itself) and get up to fix it. I am then distracted by something, usually shiny that makes noise, and I forget what I was doing. Eventually I come back to my computer, log back into Blogger, happen to glance up, and the process starts itself all over again.

I am going senile.

Virtual Write-In on Yahoo going on right now. If you want an invite, send a message to Cinnaberyl and I'll have you come in.

Should be loads upon loads of tasty writing goodness. Or something along those lines.

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