byebye indulgence

And so I bid blogging farewell -- for the time being. The time, of course, being a few months. The novelty of blogging has somewhat worn a little thin on me, and I have any number of more important things to do right now. Blogging is, and always will be, a relatively interesting way to pass the time or means to give myself mental respite. I will not leave it out in the cold, to languish by its pitiful self in the gutter and gaze wistfully at the window from which it was cast. I won't spend much time with it anymore...but I don't have the strength to kill it off. I know the brave man kills that which he loves with a sword, but I don't exactly love blogging so it shouldn't really count.

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p.s.: Have I ever mentioned how...abstractly relevant the second verse of that song Time of My Life is? If I haven't before this, I have now. Hehe.
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I'm ending on this note:
<the Duke servant>
There is a knocking without, Your Grace.
Without? Without what?
...without the door, Your Grace.
Without the door? But how can anyone knock without a door?
..by knocking on the door, Your Grace.
What door?
The...door, Your Grace. The main door that leads into the castle...?
But you said there was a knocking without the door.
So I did, Your Grace.

:)