I’ve been rifling through my own blog entries and trying to index them. That’s one of the things that I liked about my old hacked-together system (see exiled by fate, foobar, lunacy, and congestive soul failure) that Blosxom lacked. And while Wordpress, Simplelog, and Mephisto all support excerpts, I haven’t really used them. (I suppose that’ll be the next project once I get through the several hundred entries I posted through Blosxom.)

It’s interesting how my mind can re-enter the conceptual framework I was in at the time I actually wrote these things. I can vaguely remember how I felt those particular days, even though a lot of these issues are quite moribund. Although I must admit, 2003 is a damn long time ago. Already I’m finding myself sifting through obsolescence, and trying to stop myself from commenting anachronistically.

I’m hoping that having seven years worth of blog posts on the Web (and in Google’s cache) won’t come back to bite me in the ass someday. I just wandered into an article about a pediatrician who got sued after his patient died, and the plaintiff’s lawyers used his blog against.

Who am I kidding. The blogosphere is going to be a gold mine for my enemies. That’s why I’ve got Plan B: fleeing to a country where they can’t extradite me from. (This is also the plan in the highly improbable instance that Mike Huckabee is actually elected president. Stranger and more fucked up things have happened in my lifetime so far, though.)

I woke up this morning with it still dark outside, and all my lights were on. I was uncertain whether it was still yesterday evening or whether the new day had in fact started. My sleep cycle is completely out of whack. I’m in a weird place in my brain right now, and I’m worried about whether or not I’m really going to ever snap out of it, or if this is the best it’s ever going to get, and I should just learn how to deal.

Damn.