So, I will be the first to admit I am a terrible blogger. Terrible at any sort of regular personal writing really--I get all enthused for a couple of months and then just stop.
Every time I start a new diary/journal/collection of personal essays/blog I think that maybe this will be the one I can stick with. This time it will be different, I say.
Yeah right. I can't even manage to tell Twitter what I ate for breakfast on a regular basis.
Combine my history of flighty blogginess with ongoing wrist and hand issues and massive piles of homework, it's really no wonder that the only post I've written in months is just a list of excuses for not posting.
See you when the next round of enthusiasm hits!
