Sweet merciful crap.

Apparently blogging for academic purposes lays too much of a responsibility on me to say smart things. Will I ever learn? I'm much too lazy to commit to such an ongoing venture.

I miss blogging for the sake of blogging. I also miss the blogs of friends. I think I began the domino effect when I stopped blogging in July of '07. Next to fall was Ross' blog, which was followed by Grindy's and Daejin's as well (not in that particular order).

Something that helps you re-examine things is knowing a lot of people much younger than you. By much younger at this stage of my life, I'll accept anybody 25 and younger. Ah, yes. 25. That point in your life when you start questioning whether you've made the right choices for yourself. The last hurrah of youth. A time when there's still a glimmer of hope that you might accomplish something really cool.
To the point. I had commented on how my drinking box of creative juice had been emptied and squeezed with not a drop to be had in either it's confines, or it's straw. I think I (greatly) paraphrased that last sentence. The comment I heard in return was something simple, along the lines of just "keep on writing." Well, duh. I already knew that. That had to have been around a month ago, showing me once again that I don't know diddly.

I'm not trying to be twenty-five again. Despite my best efforts, I'm continually learning the impossibilities of recapturing anything that had to do with that time. Instead, I'm taking the ball and bringing it to a new field where no rules have been established. Let's see where this all takes me this time.