So in case you hadn't figured out, I made it back home and all. Christmas and New Year's and my grandma have all passed, and all that's left is to finish this bag of cashews and the last of the bottle of Reisling I found in the fridge and get packing already.
I thought that when I returned from Ireland that this blog would just fade away.. except that once you've posted on the web, that shit's there forever, so perhaps I thought it would just hang around, unused and taking up web space. Whatever I thought, the point is I hadn't planned on continuing it.
But I suppose I could. Or should?
Living in Chicago is not nearly as awesome as living in Ireland. In fact, by comparison, it's like the septic tank of places to live. But it's nice to have an unlimited New Post page to rant into at the end of the day. I suppose if my Northwestern aquaintence Katie Marovitch can pull of an entertaining Chicago student blog (katiemarovitch.blogspot.com - you'rewelcomekatie), and geeze, if 81-year-old Ursula Le Guin can start blogging, well, then perhaps there's a future in here somewhere. Maybe I should have signed up for that web-writing class.
Then again, it sounded dumb, so maybe not. I seem to be doing just fine so far.
And Chicago is a long way from Oregon, so it can still serve purpose for informing nosy relatives on all the crap I do. (Ha, just kidding guys. Or am I?) Maybe the ever-perplexing readers in Russia will want to hear about how ungodly windy the windy city really is.
So, bottom line: you thought you were done with me. MWA-HA-HA-HA-HA.
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