I’m not really sure if I’m ready to abandon my last blog yet, but I felt like I needed a change of some sort. Actually, I probably need a lot of changes, but we’ll start with one at a time.

The rationale is that Radiant supports the MetaWebLog API, while Mephisto currently does not. More accurately, Mephisto used to, but after Rails 2.0 came out, the plug-in was never re-written.

The MetaWebLog API support is useful in theory because then I can easily moblog, but I’m not sure this is really that important since I can actually load up Mephisto’s admin page on my phone anyway.

The other rationale is that I’ve been stuck in an awful rut lately. I haven’t been feeling very well lately, both physically and emotionally, and I’m a little worried about trying to dig through my psyche and figure out what the root cause is. More likely than not, I already know what the reason is, I’m just too scared to actually give it a name.

It doesn’t help that I’m both physically and emotionally out-of-shape. I mean, lots of fatter, uglier dudes have girlfriends. Granted, none of them have girlfriends like the type of woman I tend to find myself interested in, but still. I do kind of wonder that if I had the physical part of things ironed out, the emotional part wouldn’t be such a road-block.

The emotional part, though, is quite a doozy. I’ve basically learned never to trust anyone. Oh, I can trust people to a certain extent, but never completely. Which is kind of difficult if you actually want to be with someone.

So maybe it’s time to give up completely. Go off into the middle of the desert and wander for a few years, the way John the Baptist and Jesus Christ did. Which is probably a bad idea, because neither of them really had happy endings, if you think about it. But I’m at my wit’s end. My brain is in a state of extensive disorder, and there are so many frayed, loose ends, I’m not even sure where to begin. Should I even bother tying each up one by one, or should I just let it all unravel, and start all over again?

How melodramatic. Whatever. Tomorrow is another day. Although, technically, it is tomorrow already. Bleh.