The First of Many. That, or the Last.

"You're a writer? Well, what are you writing?"
"This and that, you know. Whatever, whenever-no specific projects."
(Scoff)
"Yeah, you probably don't even have a blog."

Well, ta-da faceless mocking memory. You didn't think I could do it, but here I am. Writing in my blog. Like a real writer, or every other jackass that can fill out boxes with their name, address and the hospital they were born in.

That's all for now.