
It has always puzzled me what all the cheering is for. Perhaps it’s simply the fact that I can still walk upright—most of the time. Or maybe it’s just that I walk at all.

It has always puzzled me what all the cheering is for. Perhaps it’s simply the fact that I can still walk upright—most of the time. Or maybe it’s just that I walk at all.

Little pieces of wisdom and small treasures, archived neatly beside utterly nonsense and total flops. Some days I am brilliant, just to disappoint the next day. Yep, that’s me. A living contradiction, a breathing oxymoron. I never looked in my blogging archive before. Did I write all of this?