It's been a while. For some reason, lately, I just don't feel like writing. Sometimes I do but the thoughts swirl about and seem no more than pathetic repetition, like lines on a chalkboard. Punishment for me and those who stumble onto my site. Words that are maybe the cause of my undoing(?). But then, I pull myself out of the dark and think about how nice it is to keep some record of my life. Maybe when I'm no more and all people-connections are also gone, someone might find some bit of my journal and know that I was and the people-connections were.