This is my first blog.

Well, not my first one. I livejournaled for a long time, a few years ago. But then I started feeling like everything I said and did had to be normal. I had friends who would read my blog that night and see me the next day. How could I face them if I ever wrote anything that wasn't perfectly normal?

I guess I don't have that problem here, huh?

I would love it if someone listened. Feel free to be a regular. I guarantee this will be a regular thing. And pretty varied, too.

The problem with keeping a written diary is I don't write as fast as I type, so I can't keep up with my own thoughts.

I can do that, here.

Tonight I laid in bed, alone, and couldn't sleep. So I got up and made a change. Maybe this is the start of something grand, or something awful. I don't know.

But I can tell you that the person I am, and the things I think and do, can be pretty normal...and then sometimes, they're not.

This is a normal time.

I'm healthy, I can assure you that. And happy, generally. But I'm looking for something in my life that I can't seem to find.

Isn't that why everyone writes?

I should go to sleep now. But, echoing in my thoughts, the words...

"To every wind he has made himself secure....to all but one."
The Gospel at Colonus.

I'll be back.

-K