Like a Bolt Out of the Blue.

"In Heathrow a vast chunk of memory detached itself from a blank bowl of airport sky and fell on him. He vomited into a blue plastic canister without breaking stride."
- Count Zero, William Gibson

Like a bolt out of the blue, I just now remembered that this blog exists and that I can write whatever I want on it whenever I want. And the best part? No one will EVER READ IT. Because no one reads blogs anymore.  I love that for me. There are few things better for the soul than toiling in obscurity.

Not kidding, like I know that I have this weirdo little website and everything, but I do not know that I have thought about it in eons. 

Just now it occurred to me that I should see if I can even still log in. And guess what? I can.

This is very exciting for me. 

(Gawd, I forgot what a pain in the ass it is to format on this thing)

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