Filed under: Life in general
Despite the sporadic entries, keeping a blog is beginning to serve a therapeutic purpose for me. It’s the place I can always come to unwind, to reflect– indeed, to unfurl. My intent was to keep this from my friends and family so that I can have this place to write to an anonymous listener, but as I became more attached to this thing, I notice that I tell more people about it. The downside to this of course is that if they actually read it (or more likely, that I think they’re reading it), then how does this change what I write about or even how I write?
After much thought on this matter– I realize that it’s a little too late. It is what it is. Like my sister, I have to live with my big mouth. I might curtail descriptions of some of my more lewd experiences, but I’ve been trying to stay true to what is running through my mind, well, at least most of the time. Readers– if you know me, just keep what you read to yourself. Please.
Earlier, I wrote that I would try to write nightly. I fell off that wagon disturbingly faster than I’d expected. What’s that saying?
“If at first you don’t succeed, try, try again.”
Uh-oh.
I took some cough syrup with codeine a few minutes ago. My fingers are feeling stiff and my head’s getting fuzzy…
