Guilty as charged (and I'm not talking ions)

Some of my (and by response your) favorite posts are really just notes, stories written to myself. Recording memories in an attempt to harvest them, bundle them, savor them before they slip beyond recall. Yet, of late I have most definitely been using this blog as less of a collecting well for the outpouring of an already existent stream of consciousness and more of a back up sump pump in a desert, vainly attempting to suck any remaining moisture from an already ravaged land.

Yeah. That's it. All this to say: I'm going back to listening to Death Cab for Cutie right now (well, once I'm back at my own desk).