Does anyone still read these?

Does anyone still have time to write these?

I feel like I no longer have anything worth saying. I'd much prefer to sit with headphones on and listen to Pink Floyd's Divison Bell. I sometimes think maybe if I sit here and just keep typing some wondrous enlighting thought will spring forth from my fingers...

Hasn't happened yet.

Closing in on 41. No one told me that 40 isn't just an age but a waist size.