The Usual

Well, this blog of mine has ended up pretty much like I thought it would. I never write here. I'd like to blame my lack of initiative on the fact that we "share" our internet with a neighbor (or, rather, he "shares" with us) and we kind of have to wait to get online for a wind to blow the signal in the right direction. But, truthfully, I don't write in my paper journals either. Of course, I didn't have to announce that to everyone who might be reading this (I'm assuming that's no one at this point, so I guess it's okay to confess away).

I never stick to projects and I am absolutely horrible at organizing time. I used to tell people in high school that my problem is that I have undiagnosed ADD. Maybe that's true. It doesn't really matter though. If I've been undiagnosed this long I think I'll just stay that way. I think the last time I went to write in this blog I had actually written something very long and kind of depressing but then I accidentally deleted it all and figured that it just wasn't worth it to re-write everything.

I think I've changed my mind about that. I need to write to keep myself sane. I talk to myself incessantly (not out loud of course) but the thing is my blathering is always in the form of a narrative and usually when I'm going on like that I think about where I should place commas. There are no real sentences, but I see the words in my head. I've always had trouble with commas. Am I losing it? Probably not. Probably never had it to begin with. I hope no one is reading this because this is me talking to myself tonight.

But somehow organizing the random thoughts in my head into visible sentences and putting it on virtual paper seems better than just thinking about typing notes on virtual paper and posting it up in this virtual space, I think.

Oh, well. Hopefully the wind will blow this way more often. I can't say that I'll be ready for it, though.