Random

I hate being so random.

Three months ago I wrote my last post.  Problem was, I couldn't remember how to reach this page to keep going.  The only reason I could reach it today is someone from an Oriental country was commenting and so I was able to respond. 

I'm not even sure why I have this blog.  I don't maintain it regularly and no one (that I know of) reads it.  Bottom line is, it's boring.  The things I want to remember are written by hand because I like the feel of pen on paper.  It's more personal and intimate.  We've become robotic enough as it is.  Even in schools...they are no longer teaching cursive writing!  Can you believe that?  If the world continues for a few more generations, no one will be able to read my journals because I write cursive!  Weird.

No one would believe how platitudinous my life is.