How bad I am at commitment. And not just to people, but objects and intangible things. Like online blogs.

I think the only three things I'll ever be committed to are my family and my two pet dogs. And maybe a handful of friends - but that handful tends to get slimmer as the years go by.

I wonder somedays if I'll ever become an alcoholic. Or a chain smoker. Or a pothead. Or just a druggie in general. All possibilities become more likely as the year pass.

My dad's playing old songs off the new Rolling Stones LP he received for Christmas. Gotta appreciate the classics.

The sky looms over, gray, gloomy, and overbearing - the atmosphere is threatening with a brisk wind ravaging the trees in the backyard.

I'm waiting for the inevitable.