Houston, we are a go . . . I think
Well, well, well. My disjointed little world is a little less so, now. More or less, at least. There are links on all of my pages to all of the other pages. Of course, my real world only continues to become more and more disjointed. Such is life.

Quite frankly though, I'm not quite sure why I do this. I mean, I'm not sure why I want to keep up four seperate pages, seperate sites, with seperate agendas. I'm a horrible writter. And, by horrible I mean inconsistent. I'm also a horrible speller. And, by horrible I mean incredibly dreadful.

Ok, so it's mostly my inconsistencies that get me down. I've been meaning to update my essay page for so long I think that I've forgotten what it actually says. I haven't written on my novel page for so long I think I've forgotten the plot (not to worry, I realy haven't forgotten, but . . . you know what I mean). I am at such a writers block with these poems that I'm working on that I'm not sure I'll ever finish them to my satisfaction. And then there's this. My online Fred.

So yes, Fred, Random Thoughts and Vague References is up and running interlinked with the rest of my disjointed little world. Ready to be viewed by the public, the victims of happenstance who stumble across it's entries. Yes, Houston, we are a go . . . I think. Until next time.

Yours, Jeff