Amnesia, Muffins and Chinese Whispers

I hate how I can't remember the next day the sentences that I write in my head the night before when I'm driving home from the radio station. The late evening solitary experience somehow induces a spontaneous surge of literary inspiration. I've written whole posts in my head only to lose it the next morning when I'm about to type it out on a keyboard. I ought to carry a dictaphone, but I can't get over thinking that those things are real lame and so I can never bring myself to use one.

In any case, last night's prose began with a sweeping and witty opening on why I haven't been blogging of late. Obviously, that's not the case as you can see.

Yes, I have been neglecting my blogging duties - even for a secret blog. No excuse for it really. Well, apart from the terminal amnesia. Just been feeling generally flat and uninspired. So please accept my apologies, my dutiful readers. All 4.2 of you.

Seriously, I've been a little run down. Tired, emotional and feeling real blah. The whole oral ordeal - the tongue ulcer, cold sore and sore throat - was definitely a symptom of that. Not sure what's causing it: over-training, change in seasons, lack of sleep... or sex... who knows?! I guess I should still count myself pretty lucky though since every person and their dog around me seem to be doing it worse having contracted the rather nasty flu that's doing the rounds. Meanwhile, to stave off the blah-ness, I'm like Izzie from Grey's Anatomy. I've been baking muffins.

But getting back to the topic of secret blogs, certain people are cottoning on to Joshua. Which makes me wonder, who's been talking???