So, I’ve jumped on the blogwagon because… well, I don’t know. I’m reasonably bored at work some days, and this is as good as any activity to keep my brain from completing its transition to mush.

Since you’re here, you probably know me, and know that I do have a lot to say about pretty much everything. It’s not particularly entertaining or insightful, but oh well. And maybe I’ll even stop sending forwards constantly because now I can just link them, and y’all can visit if you have time.

I subtitled this a “lovably neurotic journey to self-discovery.” That’s probably not completely accurate as I’m pretty well discovered as-is, especially by myself (don’t say it!), but it sounded better than “Rambling incoherent thoughts as I try to keep myself entertained.”

The depressing thought is that my life right now isn’t exactly interesting enough to warrant daily, or even weekly, notation about what’s going on. Unlike some other interesting blogs, I’m not searching to define myself, looking for love, or even trying to keep a journal of my meandering existence. The only thing I’m doing is job-hunting (half-heartedly), and how interesting is that?

It looks as if I may fail at blogging.