Having looked at correspondence recorded, and remembering conversations unrecorded, and basically looking up my own arse from three years distant:
I now realise 2005 was pretty much fucked from stem to stern.
2006 was less fucked, but still fucked.
2007 worked out ok, but in unexpected ways.
2008, what little grey of it has passed so far, is fairly ok; but in that inoffensive, piss poor way.
I refer you to due recompense.
Sometimes I think I should lay the blame squarely, as circularly is difficult to say, at me.
Other times I think, no, fuck it, it's all your fault.
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