[Pudding Boy has it that runs two to one that runs to true run-run. And it is also written with a morning all quiet and all: toasted wheat hot cereal. No toast.]

So.

There you are with blogging rich verbiage, to sweet for speech normally. But when we read wishing it were, why even this is, as if nobody had a life except through someone else's web log [?].

OK, maybe then it's this way: the older I get less I have to say. Could be.