i just did the calculations and i'm on the last mile of this little marathon run of 1000 posts in three years.
my fingers are feeling pretty, pretty good, and i have written through the wall a while back but i'm beginning to hallucinate.
in fact i think i see mama cass way off in the distance and she's calling like a beached whale siren.
she's like a big bright beacon and she's singing, "now his posts are brown, and the guy is gray."
she's singing to me!
i must write into the light.
i'm coming mama!
"blogginforya dreamin' in such a dimwit's way!"
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