I've been trying to toss off some thoughts, observations, witticisms over on Twitter and I keep hoping that you are either coming here to WWYG to see the Twitter feed over on the right side of your screen, or you are plunging in with both feet and setting up your own Twitter account simply to follow my aforementioned thoughts, observations, and (well worth it, I think) witticisms.
I doubt that is too much to ask, honestly.
It's not like I clutter up the page with ads or find some mysterious way to charge you (monetarily, I mean . . . I suppose I can't put a price on the psychic trauma you might experience coming to this page) for visiting.
Well, I've got to get back to gulp . . . working at home. I don't like it, I'm not very good at it, and it just makes me surlier than normal. But judging by the extreme sentence construction I've got going on in this post, the rapidity of my stream-of-consciousness typing is telling me I need to put this blogging aside again and go back to the tedium of my 9 to ___? job.
Until I try again . . .
1 comment:
Those would be twitticisms, yes?
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