Mirror, mirror, on the wall

At least that's what I feel like right now, after all this reflecting. Although I think I'm a bit more like one of those funhouse mirrors where everything is distorted and makes no sense. To continue that image, I suppose an appropriate response would be to dissolve in laughter and move along to the next exhibit.

That's exactly what I want to do...move along, away from this portfolio beast. I can find plenty of things to do other than introduce, analyze, and reflect. It's amazing what becomes tempting when I'm sick of writing. I even ate chocolate today, and I'm not all that fond of it (yes, I'm weird). Chocolate sure beats staring blankly at a computer screen though. I hear Sean Connery's lines from Finding Forrester reverberating in my head, "Don't think! Just write!"

Arrrrgh. Back at it, I suppose.