I'm baaaack

Well, I made it back here, imagine that. That makes twice.

Okay, I admit it, this totally scares me. But what else is new?

I've been thinking lately about what I might use a blog for, what I might write here. Esp. if I arranged it so no one else could see it. Not sure if I've managed to set this up right for that, but I'm reasonably sure. Of course, that fits in with the pattern of my life. Which reminds me of a cartoon I have up on the bulletin board in my bedroom. Heh, going to the bedroom to find it, I realized there are not one, but *three* cartoons that fit this:

1. This one has 8 panels with the following captions:

I live inside a shell
That is inside a wall
That is inside a fort
That is inside a tunnel
That is under the sea
Where I am safe
From you.

If you really loved me, you'd find me.

Then we have:

2. One panel, two captions. On top, it says: A Very, Very Private Person. There's a guy writing something in a book. Underneath, it says, "Dear Diary: None of your damn business!"

Last, but not least:

3. A Garfield strip.

First panel: Garfield is lounging in an easy chair. He says: Sigh.
Second panel: He says: Life has passed me by.
Third panel: He says: Of course, I had to hide a few times.

So that's where I'm at. It really is the story of my life. And so all the whining/self-pitying I was going to do about how relatively friendless I am (sort of)--fuck that. At least for now. Sometime else, I may need to do that, get it off my chest, out of my system, whatever--deal with it.

But not tonight.