The becoming...

In the spirit of "every cloud has a silver lining," I decided to start blogging for real today.

Because I'm sick.

I'm going to go pick up some spicy soup from the Chinese place on the corner that I can never remember the name of, curl up in my bed, and play on the internet. Chief among my tasks in cyberspace will be getting this blog in some sort of presentable state. I'm going to take advantage of my body screaming at me to lay low and do something I've been meaning to do for a while. I need an outlet for all the gobbeldygook in my head.

And believe me -- there's a lot of it.

After that, I think I'll put on Elizabeth: The Golden Age and try not to fall asleep this time. Man, I guess it's true what they say: the "becoming" always makes a better story than the "being."

Or is it the other way around?

Either way, I was somehow far more entertained by her becoming queen than actually being queen.

Except don't worry, Obama, baby. I'm sure that won't be the case for you...

And I'm sure that won't be the case for this blog, either. I promise this half-ass starter post is not a sign of things to come.