You're Still Here?

Ugh. So it turns out I'm not really a blogger. I'm more of a Twitterer. Sometimes, in the middle of a sentence, or at the end of a particularly good nap, or at the beginning of a familiar movie, I feel a twang of regret for pretty much never updating this thing.

But to blog, it helps to have something to blog about. I already write a journal, post to Twitter, text my friends, and email my professors with inane questions that ramble on and on and I suspect will eventually lead to nowhere...

So why do I need this thing? I don't think I do. I hesitate to delete my account, though. Perhaps I'll save it just in case I get hit on the head and the resulting concussion alters my brain so much that I become a blogger extraordinaire. Until that time, or some other night when I get bored and have already watched too many episodes of Arrested Development, adieu.