doo wah dodo

doh doh?... the drive to produce a dozen entries while sleeping (or more technically, just as i wake) is diminishing over the past few days and it is not much around today, not much around it is, as it is much around not, but the babbler still hungers for the rare genuine comment (as opposed to the spam) and the stats, even if most of the stats are spam, so the compulsion to share and dream of sharing and hope of finding a literary sharing friend (online blog-pal like what was once called a pen pal?... guess so, aye?) brings me to explain that the drive to produce a dozen entries while sleeping (or more technically, just as i wake) is diminishing over the past few days and it is not much around today, not much around it is, as it is much around not, but the babbler still hungers...

and it's the song that never ends :)