I wish I were a better writer. Well, I guess I wish I wrote more in general. I think I have a lot to write about, but I never really have the patience to figure out how to write it, and sometimes it's hard for me to put it in the context of, well, words. I subscribed to the dictionary.com word of the day a few weeks ago. I think I realized I did that in hopes of finding some magical word to describe everything I want to say. This anathema has left me with these acrid, acerbic emotions, causing me great repining for syntax that ceases the misnomers I've constructed for a myriad of these nefarious feelings; I'm left indolent, with but only my rodomontade.
...no, not so much. Maybe dictionary.com will send me something useful.