Posted: Saturday, February 13, 2010 | |

blogging can be like having a working, functional, referrable, recordable heartbeat. And sometimes the pressure of living by the frames one does or purposely does not set can take the fun right out of it. Maybe it's a woman thing; feeling somehow responsible to somehow, in some obscure way, respond to the framework laid out in a blog post, whether daily, weekly, whatever. Chained.

so for a while, it's nice to take a break, and to make a heartbeat conversation a 1:1 again. Like sisters. Secret, secrets, back soon.

Plus all I seem to be able to do lately is babble. Babble then make sweeping abstractions which are somewhere far from the land of readable.

I gotta be gentle, it's winter here, it's winter. February's the killing month, so shh.


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