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I had so many ideas today of things I would write about. The rowing machine incident at the gym (well incident in my mind) my fantasies when I get lost in my screensaver, the psychic dog next door, the dreams of me being in silent films -- I could go on and on. But I start writing them and then I think 'who cares' - this is so narcissistic this blog thing? No? I mean I know that's my thing and all -- talking about me -- but sometimes I'm like meh, I'm over myself. Sorry bloggos and blogettes (ha!) I'll be back tomorrow or so with some fabulous tales about who else? Me!