Absentee
I feel guilty.
Like an absentee landlord.
Like a parent that works late hours and forgets to pick up little Johnny after school.
There are so mant thoughts that pass in a 24 hour span that seem like they may may good fodder for this blog, but for one reason or another I never get around to documenting them, and by the time I actuall sit down to write, those things are not relavent to me or anyone else. I guess I can thank DSL and Cable TV for my irreversably affected attention span.
Like an absentee landlord.
Like a parent that works late hours and forgets to pick up little Johnny after school.
There are so mant thoughts that pass in a 24 hour span that seem like they may may good fodder for this blog, but for one reason or another I never get around to documenting them, and by the time I actuall sit down to write, those things are not relavent to me or anyone else. I guess I can thank DSL and Cable TV for my irreversably affected attention span.