Wherein I Find I Have Nothing To Say.

The problem is, I open a new blog post to write something brilliant, and it occurs to me I have the most boring life in the world, and why would you want to read about it?  I feel like I'm going chatty-chatty-chatty, and all my readers are like:

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So I'm just going to do a random list of things that have been happening around here since Christmas.

The entire family got attacked by influenza.

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I protest the fact the doctors seem to have a hard time enunciating on their dictaphones. Seriously, would it be that hard to invest in a new one every two years?

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After revising (twice) a new story is just about ready for critiques!

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I am super excited about Sherlock Season 3 staring up tomorrow.

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My stupid phone won't charge.  It is a source of great desolation to me.

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I prefer my own food to eating out. In my humble opinion, my food tastes better than restaurant food.

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I finished the first season of Arrow.

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I feel I don't exercise enough anymore.

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And I have now run out of random things to say.

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Until next time...

God bless!!