Sometimes, when my life gets too crazy.complicated.overwhelming and I just can’t clean my apartment anymore (please tell me I’m not the only one who cleans when I get stressed?), I write. I write about nonsense things until I don’t feel so consumed anymore.
Like right now. I definitely should be doing something productive. Like figuring out how all those ants keep getting onto my kitchen counters or cooking myself dinner like a real adult. But instead I’m here, trying to fool myself into thinking I know something about web design.
So welcome to my clichéd little corner of the internet. It’ll be obsessive and impulsive and maybe just a little bit crazy. I hope you stay a while.