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It's been a long time.

As the war continues to rage upon itself in the crinkles of my brain cavities, somewhere a desire to return to the internet has made itself known.

And so, here I sit, armed with a delicious Bloody Mary, a pair of boxer shorts, and cat hair in my eye, writing my first post in months.

At some point, this entire endeavor became a source of discontent. My usual existential ponderings kept pulling me in the direction of constant judgment, a nagging suspicion that I wasn't living up to my full potential, that there were thoughts to be developed and diatribes to be composed, and here I was posting pictures of hot girls.

As most things do, it all became too frustrating. The source, of course, was merely the voices in my head. Of late, I have begun to see them for what they truly are, that the feeling of having bats swooping around inside of your skull are only half real, the other half are paper cut outs that cast eerie shadows.

In a triumphant return to this wasteland, I guess it only makes sense to pick up where I left off.