maybe I'll try to get back to some shit stirring. Probably not, but I feel like it'd do whatever it is in me that religious folk try to call a soul some good to do so. I'm just almost at the edge of emerging from what has unquestionably been the worst year and half or so of my life, tweaking Ann Althouse, an identity I still remain distinct from, or flinging poop at Megan could be a nice way of easing back into what used to be normalcy.
Or maybe I'll just revive FMM as the less well written, more jackass-y version of the franchise Susan has taken over so capably.
Anyway, yeah, I miss these waters, I should probably swim in them again.