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Let's face it: you don't need me anymore. I'm not dependable, I'm not topical; these days I'm almost always writing about my template which, I know, is just thrilling the shit out of all y'all. And Sarah's over there, blogging up a storm, giving you the goods.

Sarah spied my screen right now. "Are you blogging? Are you ACTUALLY writing something?!?"

I know, I know, I know. But you know what? Sometimes there are very legitimate reasons for not being about to write. And this long recent drought... has not been one of those times. Sometimes you have a brief, intensely busy period where you have NO TIME FOR ANYTHING. And then you get through that period and you have a justifiable lazy period. Then you pass, I mean really pass it, but then you just stay lazy. It's all about inertia, I think.

I'm going to try, seriously, to get my motion on again. In fact, I'm going to post this now, then charge my dying, dying battery, then I'm gonna post again before I go to bed. Yeah, you heard me.
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Beth said…
Hooray, you have arisen from the dead, just in time to write a blog posting for my Blogathon.

Instructions to follow via email. =)
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