Well, my dears, I think I'm done. Blogging, that is. I don't want to be all melodramatic, but I just don't feel like it any more.
I used to love blogging - writing you little stories a few times a week, or poking around in the mess of my pretty normal psyche. It used to be the priority. Not "a" priority, "the."
There's no good reason why it's not, just that when I think about blogging, I think "I should blog" not, "Man, I've got to blog what I jotted down earlier."
890 posts - that's what I've put up here over the past 5 years. Not all gold, not by a long shot, but maybe a few nuggets along the way. It was a lot of larfs and tears and vitriol and love and I'm glad I've got the record of it. It's a good long run of anything.
My ennui has been a long time coming, and I suppose I could just let it go indefinitely, but I like a little more ceremony. So maybe I'll post again sometime. Maybe something will happen and I'll need a week of posts to chew it over. Maybe I'll become some kind of Tweet demon. I don't really know, but I do know that there's no point in posting if you don't have the urge.
Huh. This feels a bit like a bad break up. I don't really want to blog anymore, but it hurts to say it's done too, yknow?
So not good bye, but later.