new year, old habits

i find it extraordinarily difficult to suppress the urge to write, despite my constant self-assurances that there is, indeed, little or no point in keeping a chronicle that scarce anyone would bother reading, let alone a future version of myself.

and yet here i am again, leaving my little digital scribble on the vast page that is the intarweb. no matter, i'm too stuffed with fine waterfowl to quibble with myself. what matters is that i once again have a wee nook on the web to call my own. huzzah.



in truth, it's probably just an excuse for me to complain about everything this side of jupiter and then post irrelevent photos. technology facilitates whinging.