I stand upon the brink of this new year and I resolve, among many things, to blog once a week.
I won't succeed, but I like to fool myself.
Dying, is the pessimist's word for "living." So I've decided to do away with the gloom as time slips through my fingers, to not grieve its passing - it's life, after all. The "draft autosaved at 3:47 AM" at the bottom of my screen is comforting, for time moves a lot more swiftly than I compose.
3:50
I think I'm done for the night.
