Oh, I don't know what happened. I found myself jumping from one topic to another without any lead ins. And now I find myself like a fellowess blogger, ya Lindesy, you know who I am talking about. See, I gave it away. Writing to myself. Perhaps it is the sudden Summer to Winter and not a long lasting dissabilatating malfunction. Oh the horror.
MFMF
It's All Too Good Man!
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This is such an overused phrase, but I'm going with it...
If talking to myself is wrong, I don't want to be right.
See, I work in a sort of empty office, meaning people are in and out, but lonely days. And when I'm really bored, I talk to the space heater.
and oops...
I can't type today.
That last paragraph should have went more like this: "See, I work in a sort of empty office, meaning people are in and out, but mostly out. I keep myself company on lonely days. And when I'm really bored, I talk to the space heater."
What is real strange here is that I understood both the first and the second blog equally the same.
Well, I must be honest, there was a thought flashed thru my empty head that you meant you were working out of an empty office meaning head.
Mudflap McCrazy
Hey! What happened to the Alchemist post? I love The Alchemist! Are you playing tricks on my, Mudflap?
The Alchemist turned all his gold he was hoarding into base metal.
I am using it to make a walk way.
Mudflap
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