I don't know how many times I have to start over making a new blog with new entries. Yes, it's my problem and I have to get over it myself.
Just like when people knock at the door. That happened earlier and once again I froze up and went and hid in my room.
I wish I could send a mailout to everyone:
Oh Hi, yeah, just don't bother talking to Holly. You can't make any sense of a dithering idiot so why try?
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Well, I like talking to Holly. But I do a fair bit of dithering myself.
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