Writing functions as a compulsive rehabilitative stress relief; much in the same way a sauna would. Or maybe it's just a self-reflective useless method, akin to say, putting Neosporin on a twisted elbow.

Years ago, I wrote a "masculinist" post. I claimed the era of feminism was dead and I went on to threaten to get with a girl and then drop her like a fat shit after a big meal. Suffice it to say I never got around to this.

Maybe I should. Yes. As a matter of fact, I think I will.

I'm off to Santiago, Chile on Thursday. Won't be back for a few weeks.