Well, so much for that then, I suppose. Having said that, 3 years later, I'm sitting here writing up another blog post. If you stumble upon this at some point, I can only assume it will be filled with sporadic updates of gibberish inanities. Lucky you. Recently I found myself the owner of a small black notebook. It's delightfully pocketable and has a ring binding big enough to accommodate a pen. I've taken this opportunity to jot down the idle thoughts flitting through my head of a day, as well as more mundane stuff, like shopping lists. You can expect to see some such extracts flitting past from time to time. Not the shopping lists, the other things. Although...
I've decided to put this to some use, if only for my own delectation at the usage of words for their own sake, and my unquenched desire for a subtle soap-box of my very own. In addition, I find myself in need of more incentive to jot down notes from a secret endeavour some of us engage in every second Thursday. Putting them out on display (albeit in a forgotten corner of the internet) appeals to my perverse sense of humour, that our actions so heavily impact others without their slightest suspecting, and yet some traveller through these dark alleyways may stumble upon them, and derive much amusement from it.
Till later, then.
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