Speaking of Wit

6:32pm: I've been rather distracted lately. I suppose I should begin by admitting that as an explanation for being everywhere but here. My typist has been undergoing quite a bit of stress, which hasn't helped. She works for (or with or what have you) quite a few people and it's just generally been best to leave her be.

That said, I ventured into the chat today and met a Mr. Armand St. Just who was unfortunate enough to run foul of my brother-in-law. I must apologise, should he happen to read this, for being so distracted by the end of the evening. As my typist is apparently in a hurry, I'm afraid this must be short, but...

Forgiveness is...a strange thing. The problem, really, is forgiving yourself...believing that you are worthy of being forgiven at all...by anyone. Sometimes it's just safer...or at least feels safer...not to tell something rather than risk someone being unwilling to let by-gones be by-gones.

And...I suppose that's all I have to say. Take care. I will see you again, I hope. Perhaps when communication will be easier for you.

12:26am: My first entry here?
Well, my typist begged me to humour her. I made her promise that, if I took the time to answer all of these silly questions, she would actually get her work done. Hopefully she can live up to her side of the bargain.

( A rather pointless survey. )