i woke up & remembered i had a blog, or, "i am not a happy camper."

it's the middle of the damn night & i can't sleep. i picked up a journal...one of many that i keep lying around just in case some brilliant f-ing idea enters my brain, but they're mostly used for to-do lists and random crap that needs writing down.

so i opened a journal & started writing, "i am not a happy camper."

i thought it was a catchy title for a journal posting until i realized i'd never actually been camping a day in my life, and have no idea what might cause a camper to become unhappy. whatever causes this camper unhappiness must be pretty damn bad because the phrase wouldn't be so catchy if it weren't.

anyway, as my hand began to cramp because i do so little writing by hand anymore, i remembered i had a blog.

i know it's been almost a year since i've posted anything (as i've been reminded). and i'm back in the middle of the night (with a half-broken "Y" on my keyboard, mind you) trying to think of what else to say other than "i am not a happy camper."

maybe i should go camping.