Something to do with milk. Or something. I'm sooo out of touch with the world of weblogs lately. Seriously, I'm drifting away, least that's what it feels like. Hope this isn't the beginning of the end, and before you say it, this isn't just another slump cycle, I've never felt this 'take it or leave it' way before. Definitely not as 'in it' as I was this time last year. You may have noticed. You may not. You may have also noticed my newly acquired 'penchant' for putting things in 'quotes'. No f**king idea where that came from. Nothing to fire my imagination, I can't get no satisfaction. Perhaps it's some form of seasonal adjustment disorder for blogs. Roll on Summer. S'all I can think of lately. Banishing darkness. This past winter has unceremoniously devoured half of my soul before leaving with the remains in a doggie-bag and, at the same time, it's blown my heart up like a baloon which, let me assure you, is no picnic-mind-f**k-combo.

There was a time I'd used to meta-blog, link-blog, cross-blog, blog-blog, all manner of blog but not any more. This thing has disintigrated into a sad parody of its former self which is all the more f**king ironic since parody seems to be about the only f**king thing it can do lately. Like a circus monkey that constantly just sits there and does reverse somersaults and then smiles whilst clapping its hands four times, over and over again, even when nobody is looking.

Tell me you love me and that there's a point to all of this. But there again, f**k it.