Why and How

My mom insists on knowing, once if not several times daily, that I am still alive in my wee little dorm at University of Chicago.

And lo, a blog was born!

I used to blog, if you could call it that, through xanga (it's still there, should you fancy a gander) so this seemed the natural progression. I write this from the comfort and safety of my own bed, and Ma, you'll be happy to know that tonight, I am still alive. Breathing, pumping blood, fighting off invasive forces of malady, happy.