I don't know if it is the medium of blogging or my state of mind, but reading back through some of my posts I am unimpressed with the spelling mistakes and poor grammar. Eventually, I shall go back and correct some of the worst, but at the moment, I feel like a faded negative of myself. All the vibrant and fluent parts of me are flattened and hollow. I am there, but I am without colour. Originality, incisiveness, rationality have all been kissed by the poision apple, and they are in hibernation. I am only able to speak or write in short, sharp yelps.
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