Years ago I used to keep an online journal. Granted I didn't post to it everyday, but it was a nice little place tucked into the corner of the World Wide Web where it couldn't do much harm, that I could put my 2 cents in if I felt compelled to do so. I can't remember the exact reason why I stopped, but I do know that over the years I would get the itch to write something for the world to read, note upon, and in general, laugh with me; when in reality they were laughing at me. And in an odd way, I was and am VERY ok with that.
So here I am. Back again. This time around more willing to share my inner thoughts based solely on day to day events. This may sound boring, but I have proved time over that my most basic daily routines, which start off rationally enough, tend to become very unorthodox, and quickly. I know my close family and friends expect the inane stories that I share with them, but we will see how this takes with the outside world, some odd years later.
In the great words of Gene Wilder, cast in one of the most epic movies of all time as Doctor Frederick Frankenstein, "For what we are about to see next, we must enter quietly into the realm of genius."
Don't say I didn't warn you.
