Oh, so I was gonna be all contrite and crap, because yesterday was the first non-holiday weekday that I haven't written in my journal since August 9th -- over a full month, amazingly. But then I took a look at the weblogs of those people on the right-hand side of this page, and now I feel only aloofness. "Por que?" you ask. Porque:
i sincerely do not know what you are doing here. are you lost? were you
looking for your delicate calico cat, and did you follow her up two flights of stairs
to this room? she is not here. she was here, yes. we gave her a warm bowl of milk, we talked with her about campaign finance reform for a time, and then she bid us good day. i believe she was
going to the post office two blocks down, but i don't quite recall.
for surely you did
not find your way from prinsiana, the least traveled site on
the internet. if you did, though, perhaps you are looking for humor. perhaps you are looking for profundity. perhaps you are looking for answers.
i'm sorry, but you shall go naught-for-three.
