I used to blog here.
Every once in a while, I see my bookmark for this place, and I think “I ought to post something.”
But I don’t remember what I used to think was important enough for me to write about — as if I know anything about anything.
I think I used to write because I was a spiritual person. Then one day, that person got up out of my chair and moved to a different planet and never looked back.
So I’m posting this instead, which is not important at all. I used to see posts like this, and I hated seeing them:
“Nothing to post, but I just thought I’d let you know I’m still alive.”
So now you have something to hate reading, too.