Scared the lights will turn red.

I neglected to point out that four years ago (on the fifth), I wrote my first blog entry. While there are those who have racked up thousands of posts in their month of blogging, though, my total stands at 213 posts (including this one!). So there you have it. I’m a slacker.

My first entry was called An American Boy, and it was, interestingly enough, printed in XY issue 38, The Nation. The joys of being me. (If you’d like your very own copy of that very issue of XY, I’m sure they’d love to sell it to you.)

So there’s really no point for this post, aside from me just typing. I’ve felt especially ungood lately. I thought life would be different by now. Instead, it’s the same rock, same hard place. Shocking, I know. But true.

But, here I am. This is all.