10.04.04

I am in a quandry. How much should one attempt to cater to one's perceived audience, and when does that become insulting to that audience? Who am I to second-guess others' intelligence?

Perhaps I expect too much of people? Am I incapable of writing to the level of detail that some seem to require? If I don't assume that the audience is at least as intelligent as myself, aren't I doing them a disservice?

I promise a declarative sentence soon.

If I can understand something, others can understand also. I ain't that smart. My thoughts cannot possibly be that high-falutin'.

Oy. I'm suffering from what seems to be a hangover today. Though how that's possible on two glasses of wine, I don't know.

It was kind of sweet-tasting. And that's baaaaaaad mojo for hangoverin'.

Ach. Age. *sigh*

Sorry, burnt out. Headache, stomach ain't happy, tongue is affronted by something...just another wild Stumptown weekend.

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