I doubt I will keep up with this.
I doubt people will read it.
I don't know if they should.
I would rather be doing 736 other things.
Blogging is number 4723 on my never-ending to do list.
I hate that list.
Coincidentally, 4722 is learn to sword fight on stage; 4724 is organize my receipts for tax year '03.
I had 6 ideas this morning that didn't have to do with sex. Three of which I rejected immediately. I lost the energy to explain two of them by ranting to my wife during breakfast. One I saved for here. It's not what my blog is about exactly, but then "My Blog Is Not About What It's About" is a great title for my blog, especially since I don't know what it's about.
I spent an hour typing the sixth idea before deciding I was just agreeing with myself for all to see. I deleted it for your sake. You're welcome. If you were going to read it then take the next 10 minutes and do something else on your list. I wish I could say I am going to go practice stagely sword fighting, but I doubt I ever will.
