There Goes Another Piece of Me

Okay. I've gone and entered into the blogosphere. It seems sort of strange and scary to express and record my thoughts like this--not knowing IF anyone will read this and IF someone does, not knowing WHO that someone might be. I feel very self-conscious, as well. I'm probably not writing very clearly. (My brain has been pushed beyond its processing capabilities trying to master certain computer concepts.) If I am making grammatical errors, please be kind and let me make them in my comfortable state of ignorance. Normally, I would care about my personal lapses in literacy, but, tonight, I am just too tired. Maybe you know the feeling. Pure exhaustion. Total depletion of energy. Someone could yell, "FIRE", and I would say, "Yeah. Okay. Whatever." For this reason, I shall terminate this brief foray into cyber communication and enter into a state of sleep. Good night. It's been nice meeting you, stranger.