*sighs pitifully at the white
screen and its all too pushy cursor blinking… blinking… BLINKING*
Retreat would probably be the better part of valor at this point, but I
am nothing if not a glutton for punishment. Whether that makes me stupid, brave
or simply masochistic is a question for my psychiatrist to address, so I’ll
just let that inquiry lie there for now.
But please, feel free to ponder on it as you will. I’m sure it would
make quite interesting fodder for those oddball characters every really good
story needs.
*sighs pitifully at the mostly still
white screen… considers digging the blinking-blinking-BLINKING cursor out of
the monitor with a spork*
Alright, perhaps a little retreat isn’t such a bad thing after all?
Maybe I should just fall back, re-gather my troops and freshly storm
the blogging world tomorrow?
*”Too late,” the irascible muse
at my side grumbles miserably. “We’re committed and it’s a freaking bloodbath.”*
How true.
Be sure to scrape the needless carnage off of your shoes as you depart
(i.e. run like hell.)
Good day.
Until tomorrow…
Chloe
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