I really wasn't going to bother. Would anyone read it anyway?
Then I thought, so what? I haven't written anything vaguely poetic or semiautobiographical or prosaicish or anything at all since I stopped writing here.
And that's just a waste of a perfectly good tattoo.
I've gotten horribly responsible like that. But, as much as I don't miss writing, I miss being a person who likes writing.
Such as this is. Or might be if I bother.
Bothering, then, shall comence with my next post.