Well...

I've received a dual request to revive my comments, so henceforth I've decided to allow the things once more. Whether you leave one is up to you and fine by me, but just remember that this is like a journal to me and not meant to be criticized harshly. Constructive arguing is awesome and greatly enjoyed. Attacks of my character and beliefs are pointless on the internet and should be addressed in person, or at the very least through e-mail.

Pardon the shades of paranoia within those lines. Experience has most unfortunately twisted my expectations into an uncharacteristic cynicism. It's just... writing is, to me, a risk at times. "With the scratching of this pen, another fiber of my soul bares itself for the skies to devour." (Random line in a scribbled-down poem while on the road yesterday.) I probably don't have anything to worry about, as the only people who I know still read this are quite kind. So I won't ponder it any longer.

It is truly that ridiculously early/late(?) time you see posted beneath or above this post, I really don't have any idea which. Point is merely this... bed.