I keep forgetting when blearily unable to sleep not to log into AIM. Especially AIM's canned chat rooms. This is just a sad example of why the net has gone to hell.
This is my place. These are my words. Sometimes they are pearls of wisdom; other times they are droppings for the scarab to feast upon. Rarely are they personal. Read or don't; comment or don't.
"...Man has the right to write as he will..."
Let this be a forum with which I hopefully explore and come to understand my own True Will.