The joy of my life.

Blogging used to be such a fun thing.

Whenever I had a thought or rant or saw something that caught my eye, I'd post it and comment.

Inevitably, I used the Internet to connect and learn about how truly fucked up the planet really is, and where it's going. So suddenly it's become almost like a game with myself - how can I top the last entry in terms of progressiveness and liberalness.

Then life sets in.

A job. A family. Endless responsibilities and zero reward.These things take over. And before I knew it, I find myself posting in between the kids reading with grandma, and my 10 minute workout to prevent my body from falling into further disrepute.

It used to be fun. Many things used to be fun. Perhaps I'm paying the price for being such a slacker much of my life. But truly it's hard to find a lot to be positive about these days.