And so it begins

This may end up being stupid. I have not kept a journal since I was like twelve, but my good friend Lucy Dunham has suggested that it might help me “sunshine up a bit” -- her words, not mine. Personally, I would rather turn this moderate depression into an excuse to buy a midlife crisis sports car but what the stock market has done to my financial portfolio suggests that I should not be making any substantial purchases in the short term, and the price of gas is quickly making anything that gets less than 40 miles to the gallon obsolete. Regardless, my “new age” friend has generally steered me right in the past in matters of the mental, so I shall give this an honest try.

I had considered making this blog private, but then realized I would have to be awfully full of myself to think anybody is really going to care about the drivel I record here, and let us be honest: the complete lack of anything interesting in my life is a huge part of what drove me to this point in the first place.

This whole thing may fail, anyway, in which case I will delete this blog and go back to debating opening the veins of my wrists or stupidly buying the ‘08 Carrera.