Time to Spare?

I have popped in, from a chaotic world, to pay a visit to my neglected blog.  However, my little centre on cyberspace is hardly what you would call a reprieve from chaos.  My name has been condensed into an unusual combination of letters - the entire blog is in shambles, and I am distraught.  :S  It is my doing, I must confess.  Shortly before the demise of my enthusiasm, I found myself fiddling (sheepish grin) with the editing panels. Warning to all people who are deprived in the areas of technology, find themselves unable to resist the urge to correct several hardly visible defects in their blog, and then subsequently discover that they are unable to undo what they have accomplished.  If you can call it an accomplishment.  A condensed body of text.  A VERY condensed side panel resembling a pair of skinny jeans, hanging out to dry in a corner of cyberspace.

I am sadly defying the laws of grammar in this discourse, but there are times of the day, week, month, and year when one finds grammar an impediment, rather than an aid, to expression.  Only sometimes.  Usually I am a devotee to the Great Grammar Cause in modern society.  But tonight - my eyelids are drooping.  I am, amid my ramblings, vaguely considering the closure of my blog due to non-attendance and lack of personal euphoria.  Familiarity breeds contempt, I suppose.

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