Wednesday, February 25, 2004
Paranoid, much?
So I've been live for, what, five hours now, and I've already got relatives calling me and telling me that they don't want me talking about them in my "diary." Jeez, if you can't talk about how fucked up your relatives are, what else is there? That's, like, half my shtick.
I suppose I could start with a little bit about me: I'm a 34 year-old free-lance reporter for a newspaper in Northwest Indiana (aka "The Region", hence part of the reason for the title of my blog). I do editing and research, too, but more research than editing since ... well, I don't know why, really. But I edit, in case anyone's interested. So anyway, yeah, I live in the Region, which, at its closest point, is about 20 minutes outside Chicago if you drive like an idiot and traffic's not backed up to Michigan. (I live further east, so it takes me 30 minutes driving like an idiot,
I suppose I could start with a little bit about me: I'm a 34 year-old free-lance reporter for a newspaper in Northwest Indiana (aka "The Region", hence part of the reason for the title of my blog). I do editing and research, too, but more research than editing since ... well, I don't know why, really. But I edit, in case anyone's interested. So anyway, yeah, I live in the Region, which, at its closest point, is about 20 minutes outside Chicago if you drive like an idiot and traffic's not backed up to Michigan. (I live further east, so it takes me 30 minutes driving like an idiot,
