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Back in the saddle again

I wrote this blog a long time ago. Then I quit writing, I just ditched the whole thing.

Recently I thought, hey, I wrote more when I had a self imposed and semi-public deadline, so maybe I should jump on the Unicycle again. But I couldn't log in, so I just let it go and started Remedial Gym. For someone not interested in fitness or sports my choices of titles are silly, but moving on.

Now, for whatever reason I can not log into my new bloggityblog. So, here I am again.

Frankly, I missed the Unicycle and I am happier to be out of Remedial Gym.

I wrote some pretty funny things here, and I'm glad to have access to it. The stuff on the other blog was lackluster and tiresome.

So that's the long way around a very boring topic.
Hopefully I can pick up some of the old momentum I had when I first started Stationary Unicycle.

I worry that my last depressive episode ate my brain, sort of like emotional syphilis, which is not, by the way, a sexually transmitted disease. Just to clarify.

I wonder if writing every day, whether or not that writing winds up here, will reconnect me with the part of myself that I liked.

We'll see.

So if by some weird technological glitch I wind up back in Remedial Gym, that'll be a thing and whatever.

But for now it's nice get back into the mindset of one who teeters on one wheel but manages to stay upright.

Maybe though, instead of being stationary, I could find a way to push myself in some direction. Forward would be nice.






















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