Sometimes I wonder what I'm doing.
More often, I think, I wonder what I just did. I'm not sure if that's a better state of affairs or not, but when I think about it I find that I don't care. The only reason any of this seems remotely relevant is such wondering has come up quite a bit the last few times I've sat down to start writing things here.

What in my nonexistence ever made me put up a page with even the slightest intimations that it would be updated regularly? And with all the trappings of a My Daily Thoughts-style journal or something. Of all the egotistical crack I could conceivably have smoked! Do I think I'm funny or something?
If I do, I must be wrong. I mean, just look at that: a crack-smoking joke! Oh the hilarity! It's not trite and overused at all.

This is not turning out to be a very positive start to this collection of drivel. Not that it matters much, seeing as how it'll probably be about two weeks before I completely give up any notion of writing things here, and this particular day appears chronologically before I intend to actually announce the new location of my webpage to anyone. That pretty much guarentees that nobody will ever read it unless one of the later things I write here is entertaining enough for somebody to want to look at the archives.

Yeah, right.
What did I do? I wrote words. Words that are sure to bore the hell out of anybody who's already bored enough to somehow stumble across them. Good for me.

It's gonna be a long two weeks.