Everything has a beginning, except things that start at the end, or in the middle. Or things that start and then stop, and then you try to start them again but they won't go. Like my car.
This is the beginning of this weblog/blog... diary or journal as they were called before technology freed people of unnecessary things like writing utensils and actual in-person social interaction.
And this is the first post, although if you're coming along later it will actually be the last. Thus, it would be pointless to introduce myself because by now you've read everything I had to say.
If this is your case, thanks so much for reading this far. And my apologies that I can't give you back the time you just piddled away.
Breaking Four Hours at the Eugene Marathon
3 weeks ago