Happy Birthday

I can't believe it's been nearly a month since I've written anything here. A month... right. Try A YEAR and nearly a month! Excuses? There are none. Reasons? Because no one cares, and neither do I. I mean, it's not this NON-journal I'm talking about, it's those stories in question, which have been sitting somewhere still and alone. Gathering dust, if a computer file can gather dust. But why waste more time talking about it?

Today is the first day of the last day of the remainder of the first day of the last day of your life, more or less... so they say. So the crucial thing isn't to make excuses, or lament the past and the things not done, but to get up tomorrow and... go to work. Go to a job. Take a lunch break for no reason other than they aren't paying you for it and you need the break. Get off work, go home and directly to bed. If I accomplish anything, it seems, it's going to have to be during work, or from bed.