[Mysterious title].

I had a vaguely depressing and completely nebulous post planned, but I realize that all blog posts of that type are formulaic anyway, so. . .

[insert cryptic, meaningless and mildly bitter comment here]

[imagine yourself reacting with a mixture of curiosity, concern, and annoyance in the space immediately following.]

Branch:
A) [go on with your life.]

B) [Contact me to voice your heatfelt. . .something*]

*choose from concern/empathy/sympathy/frustration etc.

In the future when I feel this way I think I shall just always refer back to this post and use the time I've saved to play my piano instead. More rewarding by far.