Much water has flown under my bridge in these days. I have 99 stories worth 99 words each, but not the time to write. A newspaper relaunch, a brother’s 3-day bachelor bash, a pending holiday and then the said brother’s wedding. Lots of material for blogging, but not enough time to write.
Which is why I have to excuse myself until the new year. And hope that the blessed momentum this indulgence had gained does not suffer too much. And if it does, that there is enough blood and gore left in me to kick in a resurrection.
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