i've conceded a so-called opening week of rampant blogging to my graphorrhea. i've little reason to believe it's been appeased, but the time has come to channel it for the greater good, knuckle down and start doing those chores i've been so funny and witty about shirking. i'm drawing dangerously close to a spell of unfunny and witless depression. self-love is one moody high maintenance bitch. i put her needs above mine or she walks.