Ain't Technology Grand?

How tech-simple have I become that I barely saw that I can e-mail blog posts to myself and post whatever nonsense I want under the guise of penning work-related correspondence? Then again, as a CAD monkey, any inordinate amount of typing automatically raises suspicion. After all, lines and circles don't require epics.

Soooo..... yeah..... And the excitement has worn off under the extremely heavy burden of writer's block. Yep. No writing for me lately. I think that may have a helluva lot to do with the fact that whenever the urge arises, there's always someone to interrupt, to want to know what I'm writing, to cause severe bouts of paranoia that somehow others will read what I don't want them to which in turn causes the socially acceptable tidbits to run and hide. It may also have a bit to do with the lack of sleep, the constant anger, the fact that everything I say in my personal life is written off as a joke/empty threat...

I began this as a way to clean my head out every once in a while, but maybe it can serve a new purpose, become a place to get the point that seems to be lost in translation from angry to anger-causing. (I'm generally so annoyed even my metaphors and personifications have gone idjit). After all if someone won't listen when they're right in front of you, maybe they'll perk up those ears when a whole single-digit (or possible fraction) number of people get to see it.