At the onset of this journal, I was inflicted with, or rather recovering from, a gastrointestinal problem in which my bowels were not so much irritated, but were just downright furious. This stretched into a week-long bout of sleep deprivation, eventually degrading into depravation where I accused a fellow journalist of "telepathic plagiarism" since he seemed to be stealing my posting topics right out from under my nose. He, too, was having trouble sleeping at the time. I'll admit, I am a bit slow on the uptake, but, c'mon! Those were my ideas!!
Or so I thought...
Some time has passed since I joined this
What I am referring to the completely unintentional mindset that exists between, um, ...bloggers (yeah, yeah, I'm getting used to it) . This past week's theme seems to be "poo", "crap", "dropping off the kids", "coffee rumblings", and the like: in otherwords, the inevitable bodily function that makes one
It's like poetry in motion. (Poetry: another 'telepathic theme' I noticed recently among bloggers - myself included - who aren't normally poetic. )