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On 2025-05-09, I said
(Huh, it's been less than a month since I posted? It feels like ages. Well, maybe I'll catch up a bit this weekend. Anyway, I am not back yet.)
hahaha no
Well, I'm obviously not going to catch up; I certainly don't remember details of the past almost six months down to a day level.
I've been thinking of starting again, but I just feel like I don't have anything good to say. So many things are so terrible; and yet pretty much everything in my little world is pretty much fine. It feels wrong to chirp away about the mundane pretty-much-fine things every day. It feels wrong to post three sentences of relentless doom every day, even if that's really the most interesting thing happening right now, by a lot.
And why even bother? Penn Jillette has a journal that he goes back and re-reads, which sounds so awesome. I'm not going to do that in any case, but if I did, what would I even want to read about? What would anyone else want to read about? I'm not writing the next Diary Of Anne Frank here, as our country slides into becoming a fascist dictatorship. Bleah.
Well, I guess just chirp away about mundane stuff, for now. I think I am not here to capture some sort of historical record of what's going on and what I'm doing, just to have slightly more contact with something slightly behind the 1600 sqft where I spend most of my time. So, hi.