Meta much?
Tonight on the train home the conductor was one of those overly enthusiastic ones, the kind that throw in flourishes like "The next stop is the first stop in Brooklyn," the kind that at 2am you wish would just shut the f up. He totally distracted my train of thought, about how various things have been making me think about this blog again, in contravention of a certain blogger's rules of blogging, and how the fact that I'm thinking about it and creating in general is probably a side effect of stopping this medication (violation #2)?
It might also be that it is my birthday weekend and the thoughts about the start of a new chapteryear that dredges up. My birthday presents to you...
