I've become convinced, just now, that my opinions really aren't opinions. I am, as it turns out, the ONE person in the universe whose tastes are, in fact, verifiably correct and objective. The rest of you have subjective opinions, but I enjoy and prefer the right things. It's a good feeling, to be so right.
Gmail is foggy today. It must be foggy outside. Let me check. Yep. Thanks again, Gmail.
Before there was blogging there was just writing. Remember? Poems that no one ever read and funny little stories that lost steam before they came to any satisfying conclusion. Sometimes song lyrics and sometimes philosophical positions. Writing for no one, lost as soon as it hits the page. Just thinking and inking, kenning and penning, plotting and jotting, dreaming and streaming, knowing and flowing, noodling and doodling, crafting and drafting, and also not worrying about rhyming. Or timing. Or hosting or posting. No hits or twits or stats or chats. Remember? I remember.
Hello, friends. How are you today?
Later. Love.
