nothing good happens after 2 am

and it seems i have stripped away all the blog-adverse notions in my body to heed mark's advice against all of my better judgment. so here i am slicing myself up onto a silver platter in this interweb buffet, and plating has never been my forte, but here goes.

i'm reminded of the honest cliche: "nothing good happens after 2 am". yet here i am, mac on lap, clicking away on this silly little keyboard while each minute that passes holds with it greater reason to why i should just go to sleep. but that's the thing about advice, we're full of it, yet we seldom take it. we all got those post-2 am stories involving too much of this and not enough that. they too often end with vomit, a tow truck, or a chair smashing your living room window. well, reader, this one involves me starting a blog. and maybe the term "selling out my soul" is a bit dramatic, this is the twenty-first century after all, everybody's doing it. so, here's me giving into the peer pressure, pretending that my asinine (which really would be more fitting if spelled with two 's') thoughts make a shit when paraded around the internet. the commencement of an experiment: my blogging era. all of this happening one ill-fated night after 2 am.

so, reader, shall we see how this one ends?