There are vague memories of yearning to write things substantial, consequential; sooner or later one does get tired of ones own excreta. So you make a pledge to write something of worth or not write at all. Then ofcourse you realize that it's just too much hard work. Such is the manner in which laziness triumphs over lofty thoughts. So here i am, consuming a couple of hundred ergs and a couple of Ks of storage, waiting for substance to come along. It's very unlikely that substance would just stroll by, i suspect. But walking purposefully towards it seems very tiring and a just a little bit rude; substance might not particularly want a meeting after all. So I'll settle for an amble in the general direction of the last known location of substance. That will have to do for now.
And while we amble along, lets do a little review on the last 4.25 years. Let's see what do i have to show for it? zip. Any achievemnts of note? zilch. FYM? nada. Anyhing?... Fine, so this was a bad idea. Be it known that, letting 4.25 years slip past without anything to show for it is not a state any person would want to find themselves in. Ambling along might not cut it. I think I'll drive on it.
