2008-12-02 - 3:34 p.m.

Quietly and discreetly, like a thief in the night, I've returned to this online treasure trove in the hopes of finding some of that magical ennui that used to compel me to express myself in the written medium on an almost daily basis.

What was it that kept me in front of the dim light of a computer screen day in and day out? Why did I feel the need to jot down these seemingly mundane thoughts, and more importantly, why did people read them with a commitment that parallels a devotion to their favorite TV show?

Alright, I'm definitely being narcissistic and exaggerating that hypothesis just a wee bit. But one glance at the still operable Guestbook reveals a bevy of individuals who did care and did read on a regular basis.

I'd like to think that if nothing else, I echoed the thoughts, concerns, joys and soul crushing sadness of my generation at that moment. And if that sounds a little too "deluded visions of grandeur" for you, then how about maybe I was mildly funny and at least entertaining enough to waste 5 minutes on.

Either way. Let's try this again. Off goes the password protections and on go the lights.

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