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Some days when I sit down, I have a plan, something to write about. Sometimes it is something I have been thinking about for a while and want to get the words just right...like how my opinion of Obama plummeted all the way to where I have adopted the "not my President" viewpoint of this evil, evil promoter of the most heinous of murders, for example, and how I wish I had actively campaigned against him. Or the upcoming bit on why charities should be outlawed. 

Other times I pretty much write as it comes to me. Oddly, that is when some of my funnier stuff comes up, no clue why. 

But then there are times where I have a plan of what I am going to write and something happens. It derails. It goes south. It has no direction, the plan of action is more or less ignored and I end up with something confusing, rambling, dull, and uninteresting. At those times, sometimes, like yesterday, I simply delete it. Other times, like today, I leave it. So to those of you who wasted 3 minutes of your life reading this drivel, I hereby apologize for those lost three minutes. No, you can not have them back. They are gone. Taken. Mine forever. Bwoohahahahah.