Last night, while in the throes of an "inability to complete any project in its entirety" moment, I decided to make-- for the first time in my LIFE-- a blog. What a fucking memory for the scrapbooks.

I also made the executive decision to scrap my initial post. It was long-winded and crusting over with drivel, so I canned it within two hours. I don't know how something could "crust over" but what the hell? I like the sound of it.

I'm also partially angry, partially annoyed, and somewhat bored. I'm going to read now.