I haven’t written anything in what feels like eons – all thanks to my shifty little friend, Mr. Writer’s Block – so my skills are most likely going to be a little rusty at first, but, given time, they should gradually improve. What inspired me to begin writing again was, well, reading. I know it sounds kind of corny, but it’s true; chances are you can’t write any better if you haven’t read a good story or two. Or ten.

I’m sort of slumming around home at the moment, so I have a lot of free time on my hands that I usually waste playing any Final Fantasy game that I can get my mitts on. I know I should be doing something constructive with my time, but I’m a rebel; I play games in lieu of setting houses on fire – which I actually have done before, but I was two (and I got smacked HARD for it) – and doing graffiti on the school walls.

I'm nothing like a classic rebel; I am me, and that is rebel enough.

My lesson for the day:

No matter how sure your chiropractor is of something, never ever let him give you an adjustment with taking some x-rays of the problem area first; he might fuck it up even worse.

Ow.