No title required. Much like the jacket from the Phil Collins classic.

I've not been here for a time and only remembered it when a friend mentioned starting a blog.
Upon reviewing many of my past posts, which are scattered far and between, irrationally and nonsensically, not unlike a tennis ball bouncing unpredictably around on a basketball court, or vice-versa, the thought occurred: "Is it possible I think I'm much smarter than most people?"
The answer is probably yes. I could go into some self-deprecating rant designed to make myself appear humble to the non-masses and single person who will never read this, but I just don't have the energy right now. You'll just have to believe me. Take my word friends, I can shit on myself with the best of them. And the worst.
Anyway, for all the mind numbing genius frothing over the lid of my skull, I have still not mustered the sense to put any of my creative nut to any means of capital. I skulk about, writing sometimes, raving many more, drawing and coloring and making little bits of wall furniture and still I make my bread by working for my father as a completely unenthusiastic land surveyor.
Huzzah.
Better yet, let me just get the fuckins out.
FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Ok, there it is. Alright, that's it it. Yep, nope. Goodnight.