Now it's all done for you. Every man and his dog (cats have much more sense) witters at you. And if they aren't wittering they're twittering.
Most of it is mind-numbingly awful. Who cares that if some airhead got a blow-wave or are having their toes painted as they type. Does Joe's new chainsaw move you to tears?
So far there is nothing I want to tell the world. So I'm not.
When I do think of something - you'll be the first to know.
Now I'm going for a snooze - I'm imparting this highly personal information because I just KNOW you care. Deeply. I feel your interest in my every move.. I felt I just had to tell you,knowing you'll respect this confidence and treat it with the reverence it deserves!.
Here's a clip to ease the anxiety of separation I know you'll feel while I'm away. It has nothing to do with snoozing, blogging, tweeting or anything really. It got much airplay some years ago when it was the theme for the British TV show "The Vice".
It's Portishead - "Nobody Loves Me"
I just like it.

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