My Blog

Like a wildfire, word of my blog seems to have spread to all corners of my office (thanks Sujal). It's weird finding out from others that they read about Roy or the Yankees or one of my many insecurities. It's weird, but I love it. A blog is like a public diary, except I don't really write about anything real and I have to deal with critiques/comments from everyone who reads it. If it were a real diary, no one would actually tell me that they've read it and I could go on pretending. Now, I feel tremendous pressure to be clever and witty when really I want to dwell in the depths of low brow toilet humor.

I guess this is my way of saying "don't expect much from me, and I will deliver, but expect too much and you will be disappointed...promise"