Right then:
I'm clearly not much for the frequent updates (but then, it isn't like many are hanging on to life only in hopes of updates on the minutiae of my days.) There's been all manner of travel--twice to NYC, once to Memphis, and a quick visit to Portland, but not truly good stories there.
Mostly, I'm sleepy, and underproductive, but in a surpisingly good mood these days. There is plenty of tea, the cats are reasonably well behaved, and I may well have new and exciting job prospects. So, all's well, or something of the sort.
I think the big problem in blogging for me is that 1) I distrust the impulse that my stories are as interesting as they are long to relate (Because everyone loves the 3,000 word post, right?), and 2) given that I'm kind of a private person, the public anonymity of all this both excites and restrains my "literary" impulses, such as they are.
Plus, given my current (and, hopefully soon to be ex-) profession, it could potentially be a little awkward were I to be recognized herein. Does anyone want to find out their Prof is a bit of a skeeve? Methinks no.
Best to all, and here is hoping prayer alone can keep My Beloved Sox from melting it down in the second half.
tb
I'm clearly not much for the frequent updates (but then, it isn't like many are hanging on to life only in hopes of updates on the minutiae of my days.) There's been all manner of travel--twice to NYC, once to Memphis, and a quick visit to Portland, but not truly good stories there.
Mostly, I'm sleepy, and underproductive, but in a surpisingly good mood these days. There is plenty of tea, the cats are reasonably well behaved, and I may well have new and exciting job prospects. So, all's well, or something of the sort.
I think the big problem in blogging for me is that 1) I distrust the impulse that my stories are as interesting as they are long to relate (Because everyone loves the 3,000 word post, right?), and 2) given that I'm kind of a private person, the public anonymity of all this both excites and restrains my "literary" impulses, such as they are.
Plus, given my current (and, hopefully soon to be ex-) profession, it could potentially be a little awkward were I to be recognized herein. Does anyone want to find out their Prof is a bit of a skeeve? Methinks no.
Best to all, and here is hoping prayer alone can keep My Beloved Sox from melting it down in the second half.
tb
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freckle:
i'm glad you updated. i really almost died from holding my breath.
deunan:
I had a professor that had his junk pierced. Many times. And tons of tattoos. And he recorded himself having sex with younger women..... 