google bought blogger and then everybody--well, I--started writing writing writing, I was going to write it into a good thing. And I still am, but I'm going to take some time out tomorrow to READ people. I forgot to be reading. We're not remembering to READ like we should. Reading each other is what keeps us going when times are tough, which, well, these times are, pretty much, yah, I guess they really suck, and Malcolm's convinced me they're about as bad as times get, and Farrago's thinking of going and Shelley's over there perseverating about something.
oh fuck it, never mind.
