Doogie

I feel like I need to write more here, in place of compudoodles and picturefaces. The trouble comes with what I have to say, or more aptly, the lack thereof. As I write this I think of Doogie Howser, the letters being typed slowly, the true (pre-Internet) blogger, when a blog was a more of a personal history, a diary.

I suppose I could write about my like and dislikes and what I am doing and not doing. I like being married and I enjoy the changing of the seasons. I dislike the amount of sleep I appear to be needing these days to function at 100%. I wish I didn’t have to sleep at all and that I would feel no abnormality or impairment without it. I have been trying to turn the casual imbibing of spirits into “all out partytime” whether it is appropriate or not (I paid the price yesterday morning). I have not been skateboarding. I did a few “spin tricks” yesterday afternoon, but due, in part to a recent ankle tweak and in part, to nowhere inspirational to perform the tricks of the trade, I have essentially given up on skateboarding right now. As a good friend of mine put so succinctly, “Norfolk is where skateboarding comes to die.” I’m better off without it right now.