It's been four days again.
Months ago, when i first started this blog, i noticed my own tendency to post something every four days. I shrugged it off as coincidence but kept finding myself returning four days after the fact with a renewed drive to bitch and moan at the world. I tried shaking it, steeled myself to post something earlier or later than i'd planned but kept either procrastinating for a day or getting inspired a day earlier.
What mysterious circa-quator-diem rhythm have i stumbled upon? Is there some strange simian vitriolic prose urge passed down from when our tree-dwelling ancestors would gather every four days for the ceremonial poop-flinging festival?
Or am i just crazier than i think i am?
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