2 years.

For about two years, I posted not a thing. I think it's because my job -- no, my life -- has been exhausting me entirely too much emotionally. Writing isn't easy. Even when it comes to writing a silly blog post. (Especially when it comes to writing a SILLY blog post?) I don't work 24 hours per day. Not even close. But there's not much left about me after what I do. Poverty is exhausting. It must be even worse to actually BE poor. (NOTE: I don't make a lot, but I get by.) But there's something about malaise that leaves you unable to share yourself with others. (Well, without a few drinks, at least.)

I miss writing. These weren't exactly my memoirs, but it was fun to keep up this blog. I liked feedback, whether it was a friend's comment or a simple visit from a Snorg Girl afficionado from abroad. It definitely meant something to me that someone out there was reading my writing. It kind of felt like it did back when I had my column in my college paper. People read me. I want to be read again.

So here goes. I'm not going to advertise this anywhere right now. Maybe someone who is strangely committed to me will come back and see it and hope that I'll write again. Maybe not. It doesn't matter. I'm going to try to write again. Maybe not every day. But I'm going to try. And trying is the best I've got these days.

Holla.