Restarting a blog. I’m supposed to be a writer, and I always have the mind to get writing, and then I go to bed. Or watch some TV. Or, if it were any time in the past four years, I’d be finding people to occupy my time. Now I have a bachelor’s degree, piles of freshly unpacked clothes, a job for the summer and a completely open future. In short, I have a real life.
There should be some sort of documentation.
