I know no one reads these stupid blogs, so it feels like I am talking to myself when I write stuff here. I do that all day long in my head, so why do I need to write it down? To preserve the memory of some extraordinary event? Not likely since there is nothing extraordinary about my life. Maybe just to create a running chronicle of the daily mundaneness? That's more like it. And that is why I don't bother writing here. Who cares about the mundaneness of my life? I certainly don't.
Well, it's been a hoot, but I think I'll go back to talking inside my head. It's a lot easier.
Well, it's been a hoot, but I think I'll go back to talking inside my head. It's a lot easier.