Today, it seems like the first time in a really long time, I am in an uber writing mode. I need to get some stuff out, on the page (screen), out of that cavernous black hole that is my ginormous cranium. What to get out? Well that is up to debate, I just need to write...something.
So, I start thinking of some topics to write about, some stuff at work like the committee meeting yesterday or the union meeting I attended. Then some paranoia started to set in. What if someone actually reads this blog? I mean, it is possible that someone could stumble upon this little corner of the interwebs and read what I have to say. Would that be like finding a needle in a haystack or a deposed ex-leader in a drain pipe? Could happen. And what if it was someone with someone who would take my idiotic ramblings to heart and may even be someone from work like that committee meeting or that union or even worse, administration. Dun-Dun-Dun! Or done-done-done, which is what I would be if the right people took the wrong thing away from this veritable cornucopia of bloggy goodess.
So should I worry? Will anyone read this? Is anyone out there? Will the 24 film ever get made?
Nah. Go about your business you wacky bibliophile. Oh, and make quick with those book reviews.
Right-O, getting on that now.
LL
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