Whenever I read my really old blogs, I always feel quite bad about my really new blogs.

I was single then, sorry.

Read the stuff from 2003 -- boy, I could sure turn a phrase back then. Held the phrase in my hand and lovingly nurtured it into something bite size and delicious.

Or 9 course meals when I was feeling verbose, which was apparently quite often then.

Single. Lived alone. Minimal amounts of school work.

Sorry again. Read that crap. It's good!