trolls exist. One stole my post just as I pushed the "Publish" button. I lost everything and nothing from the last 8 hours remains on the Google Blogspot and recoverable. So, if I get back in the mood over the next day or two, I will go back and try to reconstruct what I created for this "Thought." It was entitled, "Wattage, or was it What-age?" It was both humorous and erudite with some esoteric excogitations that escaped unfettered from my cerebral synapses. It's all the machinations of the creature on the left. I kid you not. I now leave you to your own devious devices while I throw myself into the amorphous embrace of my dear Morpheus. Hopefully I will be able to drown my shivering disappointment in the sensuous comfort of my comforter cocoon.
I'm surprised that I am not punching holes in the wall. We'll be back tomorrow. I just thank God that it is a glitch with the Internet Provider and not my own machine. So maybe that's why I am so cool.
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