well

so much to do, so little time. tax declaration. rehearsals. sports. preparing three readings. finishing my play. sports. washing the dishes. sports. and what do I do? I write about this in my blog, and I couldn't think of anything more boring. I guess I should hit myself on the head with a frying pan a little.

But really, I guess I'm not so sure about what to post and what to keep to myself. that's the thing with this little blog: how honest is too honest? should I be censoring myself for the benefit of the three people who actually visit my blog every other month? but then why did I start it in the first place? I want to write about stuff that irks and disgusts and fascinates me, and I want to not care about what someone else might think. have done that long enough. and the thing with liking to be liked by people you don't like is just: it's damn tiring. so we shall call that quits. how nice.