This sucks. 

I swear it's going to have some impact of sorts on my writing style. 

OR THE AMOUNT OF TIME I SPEND ON THIS THING. 

THIS IS MY REFUGE. 

WHY IS TECHNOLOGY AFFECTING MY REFUGE.

WHY IS ANYTHING AFFECTING MY REFUGE. 

URGH. 

I do not have a choice in this. T__T 

THIS IS AN UNQUALIFIED DISASTER. 

I hate you blogger. 

Send feedback button? 

Oh yes. 

Shit, where is the edit time button? 

I hate you. I HATE YOU TECHNOLOGY. 

Just another starstruck (see above for evidence*) wanderer trying to find his way in this horribly confusing and sometimes messed up world.

This space as you might have realised is for my own venting. It's where I talk, to myself. To the universe. It's where I don't lie. Much. Chances are you won't get more truth out of me than these few billion pages of angst.

My life isn't that bad. Sometimes. The good parts just usually end up being the blank dates in between the posts you see. So yes, just to practice my math and to cheer myself up a little, the number of posts is inversely proportional to my mental wellbeing. Yes that counts as math with me.

And despite the wry smile on my face and the grin I can imagine on yours, I'm still rather sombre.

I promise you I'm sunny somedays. Stick around. You never know what you may learn.

*hint may or may not be in big black font at the top of the page.