I'm amused at myself.
I always do this when I get a new journal, or start a new blog. For some reason it seems like a momentous occasion, and I tend to get verbose and poetical in a silly way.
"A new journal! I...I must think of something witty and fascinating to say! Uhm...hmmm..."
But now that ice is broken, I've popped the cherry, and I can get down to simply writing whatever.
Like, isn't there a rule somewhere that you can't be sick on your birthday? I'm sure I've read something to that effect, once upon a time. And yet there is this persistent sore throat this morning, in complete and blatant defiance of any such law.
I demand a refund.