Déjà vu all over again, or: Orac goes, “D’oh!”

I don’t know if other bloggers out there have experienced anything like this, but I’ve experienced this a few times since starting this blog. Last night I started writing about an article that—or so I thought— was the perfect distillation of the message of the NCCIH and its desire to co-opt nonpharmacological treatments for pain as being “integrative,” “complementary” or “alternative.” As I sometimes do when I’m tired and, no matter how hard I try, can’t motivate myself to finish it before dozing off, I chugged through about half of what I saw as the ultimate length, meaning to get up in the morning a bit early to finish it off. It’s a method that’s served me well after long days at work.

So I got up in the wee hours of the morning, seemingly with plenty of time to finish it off. (1000 more words? A little more than an hour? No sweat! At least not when I thought I knew what I was going to write!)

But then I got a strange feeling. It was actually a feeling of déjà vu, or, as Yogi Berra so famously put it, déjà vu all over again. Something seemed very, very familiar about the article I was subjecting to a bit of my old characteristic Insolence. Then it hit me. I had already blogged about this article before. Damn. I wonder if any other blogger, longtime or otherwise, has run into this issue.

I blame the bone chilling temperatures in my neck of the woods for freezing Orac’s circuts.

This isn’t the first time this has happened to me, either, but usually I catch it before I get that far into the post, so that I have enough time to switch topics. Not this time. It looks like Orac needs to let Avon have a look at his tarial cell, but, damn, if that guy isn’t shifty.

Until tomorrow…I have to get ready for work now. I should have started 15 minutes ago!