I hate writing. I hate how it takes me an hour just to pry an idea or feeling out of my stupid, convoluted brain; and I especially hate how it takes me yet another hour just to plop the idea down just the way I had imagined it. Still, I find myself here, 1:30 in the morning, hoping to begin a habit of squeezing whatever current thoughts, feelings, or random things that affect me into a semi-coherent reminder to my future self.

     Yes, this is for myself.

     Yes, this is public.

Why? Because when I am a decrepid old geezer, I want to remember who I was without having to remember my password or wonder where I left my stupid journal.

On the internet, everything is permanent. Well, at least I hope so.

Otherwise, this plan was doomed from the start.

Anyway, greetings. My name is Joe.

Ring a bell, you geezer?