At least now you know what happens when I don't publish a post.

It was a cruel person who put the word processor and the internet on the same machine. Two amazing inventions in their own right, but only separately. When they come together you get distraction upon distraction upon Distraction (the last distraction is capitalized because it's the most distracting one). When I sit down to write I have to close the door so I don't hear the television or all the fun my roommates are having, the only problem is this solitude grants me a certain freedom that isn't good for my creative constitution. So there I am torn every day, do I indulge my creative gray matter as well as my pride and put something productive in this world? Or do I simply indulge and put something sacred in the wastebasket? One day I'll figure out how to do both, but until then I suppose my almost developed sense of responsibility will keep me posting.