I ahe a third ambusher. I mean the alwoed kind. And I have spent a day and a hafl in and out of thrnace, losing an hour here and an horu there, and had a lot of fun doing it.
At the meerest glimmer of th epossibility of going under I went uner. If I thought about what it felt liek th elas time I ewent udner then I went under. I played a prank on muserlf (as anyoen who erad the previous blog knowsl) and apparently I am plaing a pran on myself now. I am normally pretty ananl retetntive abot umy typing, and someone has gone to some effor t o make this blog as interestingly typed as posbienl.
Or, as I aliek o call it, unreadable. (Sure that woreld comes out clearly.) So I can't acutally type nromeally and I can't fix it but I can write the shaoreitkkk bog ever.
Tnks, jsut thnks.