Wednesday, February 10, 2010

No Writing

I keep checking on my blog to see if somehow, magically, I will perhaps have written something in my sleep that managed to make it here... oops, I mean here. No such luck so far. It's like going to the fridge every few minutes, hoping something will be there that wasn't last time, or the seventeen times before that.
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  1. Hannah VanderHartFebruary 10, 2010 at 12:37 PM

    you are hilarious.

    you do realize that if a hypertextually-challenged reader should encounter your blog, they should be utterly lost?

    oo gosh, those chickens in the fridge were gross. so gross. thanks, neal.

    p.s. I think you got your chick pre-poems. lucky cad.

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  2. Hannah VanderHartFebruary 10, 2010 at 12:38 PM

    er, or turkeys or something? hard to tell, but definitely in-the-meat.

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  3. Aurora Borealis_23February 10, 2010 at 10:13 PM

    hahaha
    love those fridges
    most likely humanz
    hope all is well, friend!

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