Hello, how are you?

I'm fine thank you. Well, not Prozac (tm) fine, but well and good, nonetheless. Give or rather, take, a few (ten) kilos or so.

This is a bit frightening - I haven't done this in ages. I see Diaryland's 'Add an entry' space is still as ruthlessly empty and white as always (if I was the least bit poetic, I'd say it was as ruthless and white as the icy tundras of Siberia, but that's way too much cliche for one day).

This is why I'm doing this again: my non-work-related writing muscles (feeble as they are) needed to be flexed. Forgive me if I sound stilted and awkward as I attempt to find what is typically (and pretentiously) termed 'my Voice' - I still have to figure out what that is. Occasionally, it takes clipped, dry sort of tone, and at other times it sounds oddly American (I say 'dude' and 'wtf' a lot). Other times it will be a stream of (self)consciousness as I enjoy using words that in no way resemble the phrase %YoY.

I feel strangely bereft of rants at the moment- after a good 18 years of ranting (we'll assume that number shall we, I'm starting to get sensitive about my age - not for vanity but because as one approaches the big 3-0 one becomes almost manic at the thought of not being the next KJ. Or something equally Macchiavellian.) I feel all ranted out. There's an odd sort of deja vu about things, except perhaps with less finesse. I don't know - I'm approaching deeply apathetic levels. Perhaps this will change. Perhaps my (economic/sociopolitical) consciousness will come alive again. Who knows.

For now, I'm just going along for the ride.

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