That entry lacked flow... oh lord, did it lack flow. It lacked flow the same way a stopped up sewer pipe lacks flow, and with almost the same result.
Perhaps this sudden lack of writing skill is something as inevitable as the tide, and maybe it's not even entirely my fault. Thanks to my RSI the more I type the more my wrists hurt despite the repeated dosages of Naproxen throughout the day. In turn to the stunning increase in pain I start to hurry through my entries. The quicker I work and the more I hurt the less I care about how it reads, I just want to get my thoughts recorded before I lose the ability to type them out for the night. I hate this situation with a passion because re-reading that entry was the literary equivalent of riding in a manual-transmission car with somebody who is only just now learning to work the clutch. Stop, go, shudder, stop, go, stall. Uggggh.
I want to apologize right now for anyone having to read that horrible, horrible entry. I will do penance somehow to atone for it once I figure out what a suitable punishment is.