Back in Black

After a long silence I've returned to the blog. Maybe it has something to do with the fact that a good friend died yesterday and I'm still in the midst of pain, numbness, boredom, confusion, questions, painful answers, and all the other crap associated with death. But why would that cause me to blog? Why do I keep going back to my blog and reading my previous posts? Do I just like to hear the sound of my own voice? Maybe, maybe not (which by the way is the title of an excellent book by Robert Fulghum- or at least I though it was excellent back when I was sixteen, it would probably seem a little sophomoric now).
Clearly my blog isn't nearly as focused as in the past when I was receiving a grade for it. Nor do I have a picture that represents the central thought, I suppose because their isn't one. And the title is just a cheap attempt to get the stooges who like AC/DC to read the post and then read the past posts that were much better. To avoid cognitive disonance I tell myself that the title is apropo because I've been away a long time and am now back posting on a black backgrounded blog. I used to look around me and see what I thought were just empty shells of what people could be. Sometimes I look in the mirror and think the same thing about myself. That has nothing to do with this post, but who cares? If you did you wouldn't be reading it.