And here I am. I have deep security issues — not in the angst-y sense, but in the jackbooted-thugs-will-kick-in-my-door sense. It will be interesting to see whether I can write entries here without violating the myriad ill-advised agreements I have entered into over the years.
Probably I just shouldn’t try, but I find that talking is a nearly compulsive pasttime for me, and I’m tired of pretending that I can remain both silent and happy simultaneously. So.
Here I am.