I’m getting bored enough from being ill to want to start pointless escapades on Twitter. That’s the thing that they never tell you about being an opinionated pain in the rear; to wit, it’s hard to turn that stuff off. The urge to go poke somebody with a stick is surprisingly potent, even after most of a year.
I know, I know: half of you would stand up and cheer if I got back into the Life. But the Life ain’t that great, folks. It does weird things to your head if you let it, and it’s really, really good at making you let it. It’s certainly not worth losing sleep over…