Hello duskness, my old friend. I have so much to say today, of so little relevance, all pertaining to me with hardly a mention of the outside world-- it's as if it didn't exist. I think I am approaching the point where I have to decide what the fuck I am doing with this blog and whether it is worth continuing. I have a diahretic (sp) facility for word spill so that's no problem. But is this a public diary? Is this an attempt to find out what it is the meaning of? Is it an attempt for me to gain insight into the meaning of my life? Is it an old man's equivalent of trying to be Justin Bieber-- being famous on a tiny scale for just being famous. The extent of my ignorance of what this thing actually is, where it goes, who, if anyone reads it, is staggering. My computer ignorance is such that just getting to this site and being able to add to the chaos is an accomplishment. But how much of the life that leads one to write, but not really tell the reader what he is writing about except that he is writing and the effect that has on, say other things he is writing. Who on earth could possibly be interested in such nonsense? Or the fact that the author read some pages by a real writer and despaired, as well he should. Or the fact that the author is wearing a gray sweatshirt and black sweatpants with white socks and that there is a cool breeze wafting in through the window and that both cats are sleeping. Or that his daughter, recently visiting for a week, said he seemed sad. (There is a long story attached to that but it is so personal, really material for my shrink, not for public consumption, so what you are left with is the fact that my daughter (who is very perceptive) thought I looked sad. Not knowing either me or my daughter, this statement must be of staggering unimportance to any reader. I think it sinks below unimportance to egotistical incoherence or something like that-- the fact that I could possibly think that a non-fact about my life in no context whatsoever could be worth writing about it. What does this say about the writer. Do not jump to the obvious conclusion because this very well may be the shrink's perview. Blog was allegedly restarted by popular demand (one person and it may have turned out to be the wrong person, not the one that I know casually. A conclusion seems in order and the only one that comes to my mind is that if for some reason you stumble upon some words with subjects and verbs in the right place you will tend to read them. What does that say about your life? I think we should call it a night. We started off nowhere and are going downhill fast.