I write so I don't have to take pills.

Tonight I finished a book by a young man who used this site to blog about his experiences as a soldier in Iraq.

http://cbftw.blogspot.com/

His insights are fantastic and he now has more media attention than anyone really needs. Regardless, I often think that writing in a blog is exceptionally pointless but this kid really illuminates a subject that I, for one, have had very limited experience with. It has since reminded me that sometimes just that act of writing for whatever selfish or benign reason can not only be totally therapeutic but, more importantly, an unexpected source of inspiration or comfort to those who happen to read it.

Granted, writing about being shot at by insurgents may be slightly more legitimate than bitching about waiting tables.

Oh well.

On a separate note, I felt a real-deal earthquake tonight. A 4.5 about 8 miles away. The swimming pool was still sloshing around a minute later when I wandered outside to find other people and make sure I wasn’t just suffering from a stroke. Awesome.

On a separate, separate note-- I LOVE toasty bagels! You know I don’t just throw that word around… but good goddamn I’m fucking head over heals folks.

Sliced bread, eat your heart out.