How hard it is , and how strange, to write an about page. Somehow, I have to distill me, the biggest thing in my life, into a few words for strangers on the Internet to read.
I’m tired right now because I’m staying up too late writing this about page, there’s something about me. I feel like I didn’t really do anything today, and I think that feeling has become more prominent in my life lately. I have a feeling that’s not a good thing.
It’s nearly the weekend, so I’m going to clean tomorrow. Dishes are piling up on the sink, dog hair is pooling around the furniture, that kind of thing.
I’m wondering if I should fold this page into the contact page.
This is what I am right now.