Believe it or not, I actually read this stuff. I find it interesting to relate to what was going on in my life. When I get over how poorly it is written, it’s kind of cool to relive the moment. In any case, I was reading some of my more recent stuff this afternoon. I’ve come to a conclusion: I’m a bit of a whiner. Believe it or not, it hasn’t all been bad. No, I don’t feel the need to complain about everything in life. It’s just that I never think to write unless something inspires me, and it seems like I’m not inspired unless I feel the need to vent. I hate to think that this project has become nothing more than therapy. See there, even the revelation that I’m a whiner turns into a bit of a whine. It never ends.