I was going to say it’s been years since I wrote in here and treat it like hyperbole, but that would be wrong.  It has been years.  And years. Time to get back to writing.  I don’t know about you, but I need structure.  When left to my own devices I can waste time better than anybody.  Don’t argue with me on this.  Despite the fact I don’t play video games or solitaire, my ability to waste time is epic, baby.  Epic.

How?  In what ways am I capable of wasting time? Shall we start back in 1983 when I spent every waking moment thinking only of Duran Duran?  Sitting in my room and listening to their records while putting together giant scrapbooks of their pictures? Hours and hours and hours LOST. Hundreds, possibly thousands of dollars wasted on imported magazines and records and books…. I could have volunteered at an animal shelter, took Spanish lessons, practiced violin.  I could have learned a trade!  But no, I pissed the time away on bullshit.

Has anything really changed since then?  Sadly, not really.  I’m a chronic time waster.  What’s worse is that I endlessly kick myself about it.  Who is judging me on this besides me? Is it okay to waste time as long as you enjoy it?  An entire day can easily slip past me if I get on a cat video kick, which leads to other fun videos and other fun videos.  And I’ve been known to spend entire days reading and napping off and on getting up only to get a drink or go potty.  I shouldn’t be angry at myself about this.  Everyone deserves a day off that’s really a day off.

That said, I’d like to get off this uncharted desert of time on my hands.  Don’t get me wrong, I’m happy to be someone who actually HAS time to waste if I want.  I don’t have children and that’s one of the reasons.  But I’d like to get back some of my good habits.  Like writing.

It starts here.  I have many lists to write and diatribes to go off on and updates to make.    After all, it has been years.