An Introverted Evening

Outside the rain taps incessantly on the windowsill.  One after another, droplets collect and race down the other side of the pane of glass.  I can't see this since the blinds are closed, but I know.  It's reassuring to know exactly what you will see when you look out and exactly what you will feel if you go outside.  It's predictable and dependable just as it is miserable.  Although I suppose that depends on your mood.  In Shakespeare, the storms would mirror the turmoil and in Victorian Gothic, it can reflect the inner emotions of the characters.  (Look at me trying to get something out of my English Degree.)   My point is that it seems like that actually happens sometimes.  Tonight, it's a melancholy sound, comforting in its company and shared gloom. I came home brainstorming ways to use my fine new pagerank of 3 for the greater good.  And the bus ride home took over an hour, so I had lots of time to think.  What traffic would I target?  What stories could tell?  What new content could I write to entertain the people who visit my site so that their stop is worthwhile?  I really don't feel like it anymore.  I will, but not tonight.  Perhaps I'll wait until the rains stop.  Or maybe I'll just wait until it doesn't reflect my mood quite so acurately.  Don't mind me, I'll be fine.  Go take a look at some of my older posts.  There are some decent ones you may have missed.  Better yet, let me know what you'd like to hear about.  More about me?  Less about me? (that may be tough)  Accounts of my daily adventures?  Musings on politics and/or philosophy?  Entertaining Internet finds?  I'm open to suggestions.  For now I'm signing off to listen to the rain.  It's a little more soothing than the clicking of the keyboard.