It's been almost two months since I started this blog, ostensibly a place to vent, a place to rage against the machine that is this sheepdom. But the postings have taken on a life of their own. I'm not sure at what point it happened but it did; I can see and feel the change in me and it. I have tapped into something dormant and powerful inside me, something that won't rest, it tugs at me with no warning, it keeps changing, and I go along for the ride.
I'm enjoying this. My friend Hadron would say it's the writer in me and I should let my writer free. A writer, I never perceived myself as such and still don't; this has become my new addiction and I'm enjoying it. Perhaps I will come down from the high, but for now, I floating on cloud nine.
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