excuses

I'd dearly love to write something here. Something interesting or useful or both; but I've got nothing to work with here.

nothing
nothing
nothing
I could tell you what I ate for breakfast, I suppose. Or wax lyrical about the cyclist I saw on my way to work yesterday, blowing his nose into the air as he rode along - that made me laugh.

But I just can't seem to find the way to put one word in front of another and end up with a sentence; much less a narrative.


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