There are so many things that I mean to write about or that I bookmark to post here. And I kick myself about not writing more. Subjects are just piling up. I think the worst part is that I pick apart my failure to write or update and I think it’s just because I’m screwing around or lazy or something. But the fact is that my job just taxes my brain all day. Today, I got home, played guitar, rode my bike, ate dinner and now I’m ready to fall asleep. I can’t think and recount events from last week in a meaningful way. And that sucks.