Create a new blog, of course. Hopefully this new one will be a bit more tended to than its sisters (I have commitment issues).

The dillema lies in juggling time. When shit happens, it pours down in a relentless deluge of squalid splendor, during which I can’t even keep myself from stinking - forget being able to blog about it. Same goes for the more pleasant aspects of life. There is no time to pause, reflect, and write. When I do get time, so much has happened that it is overwhelming to even think about recapturing it all. This is why I have seven defunct diaries and two abandoned blogs. This is blog number three.

On the last blog, I tried to craft well-written, artistic representations of experiences I’ve had - not quite abandoning the truth, but airbrushing it and making it look interesting. I’m setting the bar lower here. Starting with the name. Yeah, so my metaphors aren’t always literary exercises in brilliance. Oh well. It’s like trying to fit a square peg into a pink elephant, or something of the sort…