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Blog Salmonella...

Can you hear it...? It's very faint but it's still there - just. It's the weakening pulse of my blog.

I've been thinking. I've neglected it so badly for well over a year now. Maybe it's time I put a fast and lethal bullet through it's temple to finish it off humanely. It's the kindest thing to do.

Too much cake isn't always a good thing. The arteries of my blog have furred up and it's become slow and stodgy. I don't look after it enough and it limps on untended and unloved. I don't think anyone reads it these days; there's rarely anything new on here to read. So. What's the point?

I spent some time musing on why I enjoyed writing it. Strangely, those reasons still exist - I do still enjoy writing stuff. I just don't seem to have the motivation any more.

I wonder if there's some kind of blog vet who could pop a needle into a saggy old bit of skin and restore the once shiny, wet nose of my blog and put the swish back into it's previously waggy tail? If only I knew where to find the blog vet. I suspect that he may be like the Wizard of Oz - but a lot more handsome with smashing teeth and lovely hair - really only in my mind and my blog's last prayers.

Sheesh! Blog death row. It's come to this.

Is there any salvation out there? Anyone wanna write a post or two for me? Guest speakers in a manner of er... speaking. I remember whilst backpacking, I wrote a few of my friends' post-cards as they coudn't be arsed. It was fun writing on behalf of someone else and, of course, gave me the opportunity to spread untold impish naughtiness.

Noose, bullet or poison? Possible saviour?

Anyone?