It’s 10:01pm and I’m sitting cross-legged on the swarthy $30 air mattress that’s served as my comforter for the better part of a year. Actually that’s a lie. Or two. The mattress is neither swarthy (it’s mach 2 after the sudden and distressing death of my first) nor is it really all that comforting. Truly, if the dark and swollen circles beneath my eyes are anything to go by, then ’comfort’ is a cluster of curves and angles I really can’t properly associate in any way, shape or form with this lovely plastic prison of stale air. 

Regardless, I am sitting on it cross-legged… as has been established… and staring at a relatively blank screen. That’s it. I’m here. I am actually contemplating crossing the threshold and joining the blogosphere. 

God help us all.