I had an epiphany a week or so ago, but I’ve procrastinated. I can’t blog any more. Kind of sad, eh? Oh, it’s not tragic. How much do I blog anyway? Once a month, if that?

Maybe I’m being overly dramatic here, but it just seems to me I don’t get this little outlet now that I’m going all professional and stuff. Does that seem egotistical? I just feel like I shouldn’t be so darned…well, google-able. I can’t be out there that much.

I’ve got my reasons, really, I have. Why not discuss them here? First of all, no one reads this, so that would be silly. But, it’s inherent in the logic of I shouldn’t blog to then figure that I shouldn’t blog about why I shouldn’t blog. I think that may be circular logic. Ovoid perhaps?

That’s it. That is all. So ends the sad and brief blogging career of…yeah, me. What? If I type my name I’ll only be that much more google-able. And we can’t have that. Oh no, we mustn’t have that. What I was ever doing blogging in the first place is beyond me; I’m supposed to be a man of mystery, in the background, in the shadow, in a shadow. Yeah, you know which one.