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IrishBeakfast here.

Funny, it’s been so long that I’m not quite sure whether I’m Irish Breakfast, Irishbreakfast or IrishBreakfast—call me IB. It’s odd, how soon we forget—really forget, not in a clichéd “oh god I just can’t remember” way. I can’t remember my Wordsmoker, Facebook or Gmail password, and because my IB “identity” was set to a not-really-me gmail, it’s all gone. Well, it’s all still there but I can no longer access that part of my life, at least in those particular venues.

I ducked out from Wordsmoker and Facebook last May, when I went off on the usual summer adventure. It didn’t turn out well, and that’s all I’m saying about that.  The physical, emotional and financial repercussions were such that I didn’t think about IB until sometime around October, and then it was only to wonder that I’d ever had so much free time to write (outside of things that I’m required to write).  And, to be honest, to wonder that I’d ever ‘cared’ so much for people that I didn’t know.

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IrishBeakfast here.

Funny, it’s been so long that I’m not quite sure whether I’m Irish Breakfast, Irishbreakfast or IrishBreakfast—call me IB. It’s odd, how soon we forget—really forget, not in a clichéd “oh god I just can’t remember” way. I can’t remember my Wordsmoker, Facebook or Gmail password, and because my IB “identity” was set to a not-really-me gmail, it’s all gone. Well, it’s all still there but I can no longer access that part of my life, at least in those particular venues.

I ducked out from Wordsmoker and Facebook last May, when I went off on the usual summer adventure. It didn’t turn out well, and that’s all I’m saying about that.  The physical, emotional and financial repercussions were such that I didn’t think about IB until sometime around October, and then it was only to wonder that I’d ever had so much free time to write (outside of things that I’m required to write).  And, to be honest, to wonder that I’d ever ‘cared’ so much for people that I didn’t know.

Read the rest of this entry →

IrishBeakfast here.

Funny, it’s been so long that I’m not quite sure whether I’m Irish Breakfast, Irishbreakfast or IrishBreakfast—call me IB. It’s odd, how soon we forget—really forget, not in a clichéd “oh god I just can’t remember” way. I can’t remember my Wordsmoker, Facebook or Gmail password, and because my IB “identity” was set to a not-really-me gmail, it’s all gone. Well, it’s all still there but I can no longer access that part of my life, at least in those particular venues.

I ducked out from Wordsmoker and Facebook last May, when I went off on the usual summer adventure. It didn’t turn out well, and that’s all I’m saying about that.  The physical, emotional and financial repercussions were such that I didn’t think about IB until sometime around October, and then it was only to wonder that I’d ever had so much free time to write (outside of things that I’m required to write).  And, to be honest, to wonder that I’d ever ‘cared’ so much for people that I didn’t know.

Read the rest of this entry →