It's a gorgeous day outside, 76 degrees in the middle of July, with a gentle breeze. The few clouds float like parade balloons across the sky. Tree leaves scuttle in the distance. Pink cherry blossoms and purple flox and tomato plants bend and sway rhythmically to Nature's metronome.

Snacking on Mom's rhubarb in the back yard with a good book and the sun shining down on me, it's hard to imagine why I feel so bad. I don't know why... I try to figure it out, try to analyze and quantify it, balance the equation... but everything's irrational.

I'm Back!

I practically forgot that this blog still existed. You don't know how many combinations of passwords and usernames I had to go through to find the right one... I haven't blogged here in 2 years!

Matt Dyer hooked me up with a pretty nifty blog using WordPress a while back, but for some reason I just couldn't use it. But this blog... this is where I started. I can see the progress I've made since my first post in October of 2005... and it's pretty interesting. So, I decided to resurrect The Boy Who Never Forgot.

Because, in truth, he never did.