Where no one knows your name
Sometimes I feel like the guy sitting at the bar for an hour. No one says a word after "Wadda ya have"
Then Norm walks in and everyone greets him.
I've so little to say to the blogging community right now. I've stopped reading the "in" sites so long ago, I have no idea if they're in anymore.
I went from a feed of over 1000 blogs to 3. And even those I hardly ever read.
I tried making a comeback a few months ago, but it was forced. You could tell.
So, let's call it a night. No promises of return. Maybe I will. But don't keep checking. It depresses me to know I've let you down again.
Maybe someday I'll write another personal blog. If I do, I'll prove myself with a BlogSpot address for at least three months. If I stay solid, I'll come back here.
Jesus, I sound like Ricky Henderson.
