I posted a poem a few days back. I realized after I posted it that it's meaning might be... well, I've just returned to the United States and some people (I'm not saying that's you) might think the poem was about something specific. This blog is pretty random but I can't say regular readers ought to know that because sometimes what I write is also very specific. However, for the sake of prosperity, the poem titled life was just something I found stored somewhere. I decided to publish it because I liked it and also because I didn't feel like hunting up the file I store poems in, assuming that file hasn't been lost along the way, and (to make this sentence excruciatingly long) if I don't put stuff together then stuff gets lost and never found, unless I store online, like in a blog. But sometimes I use email as storage and emailing myself copies of my work, does double duty as storage and what is known as a poor man's copy write.
That reminds me, I have two things I need to post but I forgot about. The first is guest blog-post and the second is the answer to a question.
So there you have it. To my utter surprise, nothing catastrophic has happened since I moved to the United States (except printer woes, but more on that another day unless I forget) and I store data here and there and can never find it when I want but I usually stumble upon it when I'm looking for something else.
What about you?