I can spell

Dear Imaginary Readers

Before I go any further, let me say: I am a terrible typist, and this makes me look a bit stupid and dyslexic. I'm not.

I just try and type way too fast for my abilities, and I don't look at the screen at all, so by the time I am done, I look up to see a whole host of red underlined words, and most of the time I make the effort to go through them all, right click, and correct them, but it's such a pain. I think this should be one of my new to-do's... slow down on the typing, take it easy.

Anyway, I have a whole lot of stuff to rant about. I think I'm going to enjoy this blogging thing. I sort of imagine a whole lot of people out there eagerly awaiting my new posts, and giggling to themselves about how witty and brave I am. Again, I'm not. Brave would be to not be anonymous, but anonymous I must be, because it's truly a little embarrassing how screwy and out-of-control my life is at the moment.

But that's the point of this whole blog isn't it... to get my head in order. Can't wait.

It's going to be good.