I’m currently watching the film Pulp Fiction, and I’ve never been more in the mood for a milkshake than right now. What brought this on? I’m not really sure. It could be that it’s 1:21 a.m., and I just took some Tylenol P.M. I can feel the affects of it as I type this blog. I fear that I will want to delete this post tomorrow.

I think perhaps an issue I have with blogs is that they are deletable. So many written documents have been lost because someone threw it out or burned it. Why then, do we create such an option for a digital document? Are our thoughts so temporal that we must be able to prove that we never thought them? It seems to me that if there is infinite space for saving it, we should want a collective of these thoughts at some time. It does not do any good to attempt to forget what we have already thought or written, as it makes up part of what we are currently thinking. How presumptuous of someone to think (s)he can discard an experience or thought like a piece of trash. I’m not trying to be all weird. I’m not on drugs. I’m just tired.

This is a lame blog…I will try to write more when I am less tired, but I will not delete it.