I spent way too much time debating whether that should be “Year’s” or “Years’” or “Year”.

Why the fuck am I telling you that?  Why am I posting this on the internet? Why do I have this site at all?

It’s my “Fuck YOu” to everyone. Maybe it’s stupid and childish and I should keep it all to myself, but you know what? It’s like pissing on the boundaries of one’s territory.  This is my space on the internet.  There’s not a lot that I truly own in this world but this is mine.  Even though the square footage is entirely digital, this I own. So stupid and childish as it maybe, if you don’t like it you can piss off.

I want to go back and edit this and clean it all up and clarify everything, but I won’t.  So should I say nothing, or make the best effort I can given the time?

Let’s be honest.  I’m a middle-aged bachelor.  No children.  I’m not very close with the family.  I’m a heartbeat away from being a mote of dust in the winds of time and memory.  …No idea where I was going with that train of thought.  I went back and re-read what I wrote to try to pick it up and now I’m depressed. lol.

Oh, yeah.  That’s where I was going… If this were the 1800’s I’d have some sort of journal that might turn up in 100 years and reveal something about the time I live in.  But this is the digital age.  I’m not sure anyone will recognize a journal and it’s potential import by the time I’m long gone.  So this is the best I can come up with.

More to come, but I’ve chores to attend.