Why I keep starting new blogs...

Here I am, at it again.

I think I've gone through 8 or 100 different blogs to date. My tendency to submit posts without an editing eye has lead to the death and dust of many a web log. Very often, in rare moments of lucidity, I'm left with remorse after revealing too much the contents deep inside my head and behind the bridge of my nose.

(My nose isn't where your nose is.)

In 1/2 embarrassment, 1/2 regret, and 1/2 writers' burn out, I've routinely deleted my little time capsules of random thoughts. I know the math doesn't add up, but blame it on the miniature working elves residing in my brain, their labor union restrictions, and the reality that I live in.

Yet, here I am, at it again.