Kinda liking this blog post thing; it appeals to a literary longing. I perused my posts here, and was particularly amused at the first, where I bemoaned having lost all my data.
I have a folder, probably on one of the older computers in here (only four of them, at the moment — three with dual-monitor display configurations — but also one in the next room and two upstairs, not counting the two smart-phones and two tablets) that contains a journal from some time ago. Stopped entries at some point; lost interest, I guess. Feels like it might be time to pursue that a bit. May take a while to find the computer with that folder.
However, since I have no idea the extent to which this blog will remain private, there are certain things I will not express here, they being of a private nature and appropriate more for a posthumously released autobiography — after I’m dead, I really won’t care.
But that’s enough, for now.
