Last night I sat down to write this entry, only to get halfway through was was to be a real gem of an introspective journey, a true classic of navel-gazing, before reflexively closing my browser window whilst moving to do something else. It was heartbreaking, in a minor sort of way. Like losing a least-favorite child. Realizing one day that you left the little bratty red-haired kid at the mall the night before. Remorse and regret, but the knowledge that your life won't really suffer in the long run.

There should be a law against metaphors like that.

Anyway, I've been through significantly more than that recently. The lost post-child now long since vanished into the ether, I find that a great deal of the cathartic mind-dumping I had poured into it has retained its effect. I'll miss a few of the supposedly clever turns of phrase I had thought of in the process, but the real purpose of the lost post was achieved.

The long gap between posts these days is, in many ways, its own cause. As much as I raged against its coming back when I started this whole thing, Notes has become (and its future replacement shall remain) my personal journal. I lack the linguistic fortitude needed to write something along the lines of, say, ftrain, but similarly refuse to turn Notes into a mere linklist. So here I stay, teetering on the edge of Livejournalism, writing about the things which happen to me. The longer I go without writing, the more stuff happens, the more I need to write about, the more daunting the task becomes. I've become buried in my own laziness.

It doesn't help that my life has been rather topsy turvy recently. And it has. Maybe I'll tell you about it, once it stops for a bit.