When I'm not writing I love to write about writing. I also like to moan and complain about pretty much everything else. My ramblings are below. No particular order to them; just as they trickle through what I optimistically refer to as my brain.
Saturday, 17 September 2011
I forgot what I was going to say.
I just pulled a thirty two hour shift and at the end I could barely remember my name. Normally I just forget where I am. So, as I'm ancient, according to my darling offspring, I'll take a day to regenerate and return to my guest blogger.
If you're ancient, what am I? Archaic?
ReplyDeleteIt's all good. Just rest.
ReplyDeleteI'm rested, I think. Although I seem to have lost the feeling in my left arm. My typing's going to be a bit slow but nothing new, there.
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