Like a pebble in the ocean thrown far from shore: helpless, sinking, scraping, never to return, so, I too have fled from the dreary, and financially depressing doldrums of last year, for a financially depressing (but potentially fruitful) new year (five months late, I know.)
Half of that first sentence was what appeared when I agreed to "restore saved draft." And only God knows how long it's been since I wrote that (or in this blog in general).
I have decided that I miss my old fun self. I am decidedly boring and frugal, conservative and unadventurous, everything that I wanted to NOT BE when I moved to Seattle. So, I've taken it upon myself to be more lucid (as far as blogging about life goes) because if I don't write it down or tell anyone, I'm liable to forget. And as an information hoarder, that is unacceptable. Secondly, having to talk about my day will force me to avoid things that are embarrassingly boring.
Now, will I actually talk about life? Maybe. Will I rant on and on without structure or reason at least once a week? Probably.
And it's time for library misadventures.
Until next time reader(s)!
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