Somewhere Between The Realm Of Morphius And The Realm Of Eris, The Jjaro Controls Reality

Finally, I have opened another online reality. Time to talk incessantly to myself about the multitudes of irrelevance I find unbelievably important. The major thing really though that has stopped me opening this plaza is, at the moment, I have so very little to say. I've been ill and started war with my friends. I've screwed my body clock and I've been lazy. I've been stuck in my cave and I've been unproductive. Even in my "well" state now, I've had so little to talk about. However this morning, I'm oddly enfused. Having recorded a brief draft of the "Voice Of The Wretchedly Ill," before the building began and messaged the usual rabble of loons who participate in correspondence with me, I am literally burning with energy.

So, I figured, while on this crest of fresh inspiration, now would be an optimum time to open my blog, even if it is to announce I'm in a scarily euphoric mind this morning.

Great to hear the few readers who made the transition and groovy to meet anybody in the process. Nice to meet you, one and all.

I'm leaving now to write zombie hordes before I burn out and lose this damned funky vibe.