Alright, pukes. V-Man is back. And you've let me down. Pissed me off. I have zero underwear in my mailbox. We shall fix these things. One strop at a time. If I can migrate the olde things I will. Otherwise, it is what it is.
Laying off social media is a bit harder than I imagined. I like instant gratification. You do, too. But I must balance that with embarrassing my children with my ravings, there for all to see. My lunacy, served upon a platter. I’m not even sure I like blogging anymore. I have nothing pertinent to say. I should probably just keep a diary. No readers, instructions to my kids to burn upon reading.