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That’s because I’ve been dragging my feet for the past week since coming back from holiday.

I so wanted to write more here, and for the first time in ages, I actually have an idea (a few, to be accurate) of what to write.

Just couldn’t find the time.

This must be the single most commonly used excuse for everything  under the sun that you need an excuse for.

Why didn’t you call me? —- I couldn’t find the time.

Why did’nt you fix the toilet light? —— I couldn’t find the time.

Why are you not married? —— I couldn’t find the time.

Why are you gay? ——- I couldn’t find the time to be straight.

Why are you writing all these crap instead of writing the things you said you wanted to? —— I couldn’t find the time to be logical.

Why am I reading this? ——— cause you’re as psychotic as I am.

My feet need to be a mouse. I know. I don’t make any sense.

Now, shoo.

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