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Wednesday, February 6, 2013
And you know what?
It means I have nothing to talk about—nothing to celebrate, nothing to rant about, nothing to say. I’m sure you don’t mind, but it drives me crazy when I open this blog and stare at old posts, wanting to open up to you, but having nothing to open up about.
Sucks, I tell you.
I mean, the last thing I wrote was a lamentation over the boorish tourists dropping into the city for the Superbowl. And look what happened. The universe conspired to turn out the lights! It’s like I called down a curse!
I didn’t mean to do it. I mean, not really.
I keep reminding myself to be careful what I say here because words have repercussions. You put them down in black on white and set them free, and then they have a life of their own. They can soar through the air like doves or zip like arrows into somebody’s chest. You can’t ever be sure.
But at least having something to say is better than not, isn’t it? I mean, to hell with collateral damage, right?