After the Wine, You Get a Cookie!

Strange thing. When things are good, when there's good stuff to talk/blog about, I don't have the desire or the time to blog. There are other things to do, the things that are good. Things are best when I'm with other people... talking, doing stuff, whatever.

Arrrrgh, I can't put these words down, as a couple paragraphs of thoughts just went through my head.

Things are bad during isolation, isolation from other people. Then there is time for blogging (isolation = time), and perhaps something to blog about. Mostly complaints, maybe. I've shied away from writing personal things, with the exception of this post. I could care less for small talk, so the result is a bunch of nothing. Not to mention I can't write worth a damn...

Arrrrgh, each of these sentences could be extended into its own paragraph, thus providing sense.

There have been many good days, but I can't say that today is one of them; thus, the complaints. I feel oddly constrained about what to write about, which is silly. What I really want is to talk to someone, and this blog ain't doin' it. Nope, not at all.



Hmm, maybe the very scary man below has something to do with it?

Geez...

Hmmm... this was interesting to read.



Well, how 'bout a tanking warrior named Ervin?