it's a daunting task. i've convinced myself it's somehow good for me. i'm both ignorant enough to think i can keep up with it and narcissistic enough to believe that anyone in the world might care enough to stumble upon it and check in. i think if there's a person dedicated enough to check every day, i'd be happy to meet that person. happy in a sympathetic sort of way. the kind of sympathy you feel like when you're dog is pooping and has a dingle-berry hanging from her butt because she ate one of your girlfriend's hairs and it's attached to both a poop she's already expressed AND a poop she's still trying to force out and you want to help her, but you have no interest in getting poop on your hand and there's no leaf immediate enough, nor large enough, with which to assist and help a girl out so you stand idly by, hoping she's got what it takes to expel the other part because there's no way in the history of histories she's coming inside with a poop-hair hanging from her rear. yeah, i'd be curious to meet such a person.
i've not required of myself a length, nor substance, standard for my posts; only that i write daily. i'd like to keep them short, but i haven't wind enough in my mind to breeze upon these digital pages much worthy of attention. this is really an exercise more for myself. i need to prove that i have the stick-with-it-ness to accomplish a daily activity that demands more of me than the opening, then closing, of my eyes and consciousness.
so onward and upward, then. here goes 365 days of something. luck.
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