We're gonna make it.

It’s 3 :03pm. We’ve got 5 hours to make it from Sudbury to Toronto. The roads are terrible, and by terrible, I don’t mean the kind of conditions that would make our red, white, and blue neighbours close their schools because of a lethal two centimeters of snow. Oh, no.

  We’re talking snowstorm. We’re talking whiteout. We’re talking wind and rain; freezing rain. We’re one mishap away from an accident, and to be honest, judging by the track record of the one behind the wheel, our lives are not in the greatest of hands.

We’re tired. We’re nervous. We’re scared shitless. So why are we putting ourselves through this? We are we driving on? We’re driving on for fear far greater than any danger-induced dread.

We’re driving on for fear of missing the concert. The Barenaked Ladies concert. 

This first post

In the grand scheme of things, this first post doesn't really matter. Neither will my second. This blog may very well be just as irrelevant, as may everyone else's, this website, and the internet as a whole.

It's easy to wonder, after reading that statement, why I even have a blog to begin with. The truth is, the things I write about might not matter to that many people, or to anyone at all a few hundred years from now when I'm gone and long since forgotten. They might be tiny and insignificant. They might be as unimportant as life itself, according to the growing number of existentialists out there.  But they're my thoughts, and they matter to me right now.

So, I write my thoughts down for pleasure, for an outlet, and for something to do. And maybe, just maybe, they won't be irrelevant to someone else.