One more hit
In a way, I did start blogging again. In a terrible, once a year way. Maybe if I keep at it? Once upon a time, many, many moons ago, in a land far far away, I used to enjoy writing. When I believed I had thoughts, and ideas, and I was funny - I wasn't funny. I thought I was funny. I used to write. And I subjected people I liked, to my writing. And as all good things must get cursed, my writing was cursed. By an ogre. It was a tragedy. A spell was cast, and a writer's block took over. Many a brave attempts were made to overcome the block, champions brought forward, alas, it was not to be. It was just impossible to conquer... until through brute forces of time, the foundations of the block were eroded, and some light was able to shine through. So here we are. I was taking a trip down Google Graveyard , stumbled through memories of orkut, the wayback machine, a lesser mortal, and bohemian state. Writing is like an addition. I am an addict. A drop, a sip - a word, maybe two. It
