A halfassed but whole-hearted attempt to articulate what's been bugging me lately.

If I could put my finger on it, it wouldn't be such a problem now would it?

Post-script (pre-script, really) : This is less emo whinging for an audience and more an attempt to lay out recent mental malaise in a "concise" fashion. Fact is that this is one of those funky life problems that you'd have to have experienced - and conquered - yourself in order to armchair quarterback it.

I'd say I'm in a better spot right now than I was 20 hours ago when I wrote this (then unpublished it, then noticed someone had commented on a cached version, republished it and added this pre-script post-script). That's arguable. The fact is that by-and-large, 2008 has been a difficult year and until I can get at least some of this seemingly insurmountable pile of STUFF taken care of, I'm going to be a real piss-ass.

I've wiped the emo - it's safe in a text file. Mission accomplished.

Dude, people do read your work. People you have never met. And it makes them laugh and come back for more. I've been reading ATC and DCR as fast as it goes up since I discovered it like 3 years, 2 countries and 4 houses ago (check your web logs for that!). And watching the process of creation via your blog posts is part of the fascination -- the IRC conversations are priceless.

Thanks for the love.

To be honest, unlike previous "my site traffic is single digit I should do a fucking Halo comic just to get some attention!" rants, this one (or the one that was here) was more of an attempt to articulate certain mental health issues - problems that have much more to do with meatspace than real life.

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