I've been thinking about biting the shotgun shell for a few years now, but I've never gotten around to actually setting up a blog and writing on it. This delay is solely due to my ferocious, time-consuming 11th grade diary habit (like a young Winona Ryder's in the 1989 black comedy Heathers) which treads a thin line between being a healthy moderation of my scattered thoughts and a socially debilitating neurosis. But now it's the end of the semester, and I have more papers to write than I can care about, and I need some alternative procrastination techniques to frequent sobfests with my moleskine.
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