Once again I find myself in the awkward position of apologising for the puny number of posts I produced last month. I'm afraid my mind's been increasingly obsessed with a wave of dark things which I cannot control nor mention here.
It saddens me tremendously that the blog suffers as a result.
Still, I'll be forever thankful that the Graces allowed me to find The One, who accepts this obscene madness of mine as unconditionally as I accept his. He remains my steadfast beacon.
Through devious stratagems the mania should be cauterised within a week or so.
Even though the tally at work-prison for 2014 has yet to reach the 30 day mark, tempers have already flared and nerves have been frayed too soon. Again, it is not a nice place to spend 10 to 12 hours a day.
Some calendars built a freedom bridge in an attempt to escape the buff K-Minolta Bizhub C6000 when they were ejected from the printer. None made it. It was funny to giggle in the slave-house.
Dirk visited us last month all the way from Finland and I was able to snap the twins together. These days, they're normally half an earth removed from one another.
Mine is The One on the left.
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