Well, it's the fourth day of a four-day weekend for me. . . I haven't done anything. I can't believe it. Well, I did go for a beer on Thursday night, I guess that counts as something. I played a videogame for a little while, too. Mostly, I was just online trying to think of things to put onto a blog. So, what I did was just grab a bunch of stuff that I wrote in the past, copy it from Word, and paste it into the blog. Nifty, huh? I guess it worked, though. Now, it looks like I've got a page full of stuff, in just a few days.
One of the reasons I took so long to get into the blog craze is that I could never figure out what to put on one of these things. Why do people want to read what I have to say, anyway? I'm just a guy out there in the world, a stranger to nearly everyone who will take a look at my page. It's such a strange way to communicate. I keep thinking of putting a message in a bottle and throwing it out in to the ocean. Maybe someone out there will get it and reply to me.
Anyway, this morning, I'm just sittin' here. I just made some coffee, and I'm watching The People's Court. . . At least, I can hear it in the background. I love that Marilyn Milian. She rocks. I do this, nearly every morning. I guess the ritual is important to me. I'm a scorpio, and as I understand it, we're horribly bound by inertia. So, every morning, I do the same thing. Except now, I'm keeping this blog, instead of just writing stuff on my computer that no one will ever see. I mean, I'm actually still writing stuff on my computer, but I think some folks will see it, now. I hope they will, anyway. Otherwise, there isn't much point to this. Oh, well. . . I guess I have to keep with it. There's a whole lot of ocean, and it's not like I'm gonna' run out of bottles. Besides, I kinda' like watching them float away.
