I wished for some things, and they came true. So I kept wishing for more, and they showed up too.
I didn't mean to rhyme there, but now I have and I won't rewrite it.
I suppose blogging is dead, now that Google has announced the death of Google Reader.
Not really, but it's sad. All of my friends are in that reader. I follow people I've forgotten about because they live in the sidebar of a bland little aggregator that keeps me connected. Sure, I could export my feeds. Will I?
Melancholy over a stupid RSS reader? Don't be an asshole, me.
Anyway, real life is on a run right now. So much good stuff that I can't bear to share it. That's not me being cryptic, it's me being cautious. I don't believe in jinxing shit, but I do believe in not fucking it up by being loud. Jinxing, I guess.
I won't be blogging every day this year. I tried, and missed. But I'll still write here. Add me to your non-Google RSS reader. Shit, maybe I'll go back to the OG NetNewsWire. They seem to be capitalizing on a rare Google mistake.
I've had nothing but juice and almonds all day. It's going to be a bitch to get off coffee AND booze for a while.
It can be done. Maybe I'll just wish for it.
Seems to work.