This is my first post in a new category I’ve labeled Diary. This category is for daredevils only, because there will be substantial risks in reading my diary posts.

There’s a good chance I’ll ramble and/or say things you don’t give a shit about, and you’ll get to the end of the post with the distinct sensation of having just squandered a precious chunk of time and brain cycles.

There’s a good chance I’ll use words like “shit” that I normally avoid in my other posts, and any illusions of me being ultra-wholesome and/or classy will be shattered. (Pun not intended, but I wish it had been.)

There’s a good chance I’ll share ideas that aren’t ready for prime time, so please don’t treat them like “advice.”

You can’t subscribe to my diary posts. If you’re that desperate to peep into the windows of my eccentric mind, you’ll just have to keep coming back to this blog and look for the posts with the icon next to the title. (If that’s too hard, just bookmark this page.)

My diary posts are more likely to contain typos and other errors, or just be badly written. And they might end abrup