Hey, insomniac who wandered here by mistake, or the two who showed up on purpose. Here's where I stow the stuff in my head, to prove there's something there. No guarantees, implied or otherwise, on the quality of the content. I just got done dumping most of the essays and stuff I've written and kept, because an empty blog is sad. A full one may be just as sad, or worse, but it doesn't give off a hollow sound when you hit it.