So you guys.
I've come to the relaization that the only time I really have to bolg is late at night when I come home and I'm kinda tipsy and I'm still pretty wired and can't go tto sleep.
Other times I jsut have so much shit to work on, that bolgoing becomes second fiddle, so it ain't gonna hpapen on a greulgar basis.
The only problem wtih tthis realicitnon is that the moemnt I have just ONE beer in me, I completely lost eh abilty to type.
Like righ now, my mind is complety coherent! I have many many interesitn g things to say that would BOW YOUR MIND at an intelleicutal, spiritual, and LOLcat level. But my fingers just won't move in the way I wnt them to to express the geniusu in my brian. WHY MSUT YOU BETRAY ME, BRIAN.
Also, short paragraphs.
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