Somehow it seems that the older I get, the more desperate I am for human interaction. Time was (at age 10) I could spend all day and not talk to a single person. Now I feel a constant need to talk to family, old friends, random people on the street. Social animal. Sort of.

The hardest part of writing a blog is looking back over your post and thinking “Why the F would anyone read this? This post doesn’t even necessitate a title.” None of my business. Reading this blog is your problem, not mine. ;)