Now I have a blog. And absolutely nothing to say. Which makes me like 95% of other bloggers, except I won’t bore you with the details.
And Happy Birthday to my brother.
Archive for August 27th, 2004
I think I’m going to start blogging my own blogging. I just blogged then. And then. And then and then and then and then and then and then. But not then.
This is what most blogs amount to for me. It’s like getting a tattoo of your own name on your arm. Like a permanant mirror to longingly stare into, or worse, a permanant nametag like one would find at a fast food place.
