I am starting to lose the touch.

Of blogging, I mean, among other things. Haven’t blogged much lately, but that’s partly cos nothing of spectacular interest to my readers have occured. But today, I figured, well, having readers are nice and all, but really, what did I start this whole journal for anyway?

The answer is simple and monosyllabic: ME.

So, maybe there really isn’t any need to pander to my readers’ tastes, yeah? Wrong. Self-indulgence makes one weak, makes my writing weak. There has to be a purpose to everything, even if that purpose is null.

Does any of this make any sense?

Perhaps yes, perhaps no. Either it is a lesson in confusing the journal-reading masses (what masses? I’m kiddin’ myself here) or a public display of the Power of the Blogmeister. Works for me, which way you like.

Have a nice day.

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