Ugh.

You know, the main problem with writing a journal that's visible to the public is that you have to be careful to censor yourself. I can't really afford to talk about work-related stuff too much, because (really) someone from work might find out and get offended.

There's a precedence, you realize, and that means I have to be careful.

Anyway, there's good things about it too.

Number one, judging by the comments I get, people only read this site when I tell them to, so it's essentially private.

But it's public enough that I remember to keep up my obligation to actually read it.

The main point of that being that, well, I want to be able to look back on this some day and remember what I did, say, a year ago. To remember where I was, what I was doing, and what I was thinking.

As for why you are reading this site, well, I guess you're just a snoopy and invasive person who wants to know all about me.

Or, you know, I pointed you to the site because I thought there was something worthwhile, like the FrankenMP3 player tidbit.

And those are good, too, because they encourage my creative drive, which has been on the decline (as mentioned) since the HD crash.

Which was less of a crash and more 'rampant stupidity'.

But enough of that.

My profound noise for the day: You find depth where you look for it.

Good enough for now, I suppose.