I went back and revised my first blog entry. I know, I'm losing my mind - but when I re-read it for the zillionth time, I realized it lacked a certain cohesiveness. A certain oomph. A certain something. So I went back into editing mode and fixed it. Now I understand a little better why painters find it hard to finish a painting.
I just thought I'd tell you, you handful of faithful readers, so you'd get a quick glimpse of what it's like to be wackadoodle me, and you'd never imagine again that I'm someone you might want to be.
Plus, remember that if you were magically turned into me, you'd have to deal with having a freaking migraine brain. I wouldn't wish that on my worst enemy (oh, wait...maybe I would...).
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