My commitment to what the kids call “blogging” is unfaithful and sporadic (obvious to anyone taking note of the hunormous gaps between entry dates here). Even since childhood, attempts at keeping a regular journal of daily events — whether or not life’s been exciting — have escaped me. I overscrutinize everything I write, and it’s really cramped what should be a more natural flow.

What I’m going to try and do, instead, is make this more of a space for spontaneous outbursts likely pertinent to no one but myself — an exercise in writing gibberish, if you will.

This may hurt a little. Avert your eyes if you only like pretty things, my fellow mortals!