As I Look At This Blank Screen

...I think "What the hell should I write?"
Well, I "attended" an online AA meeting, usual mix of angels, assholes and those of us in between. I may go back and chat. I can really get into it if I'm in the mood although there is a certain annoying phoniness to chatting with strangers.
I'm tapering down on this romance phase in book reading. I think I may want to read autobiographies next. I wonder if Alistair Crowley wrote an autobiography.
I like knowing how sick minds squirm around with their logic. Alchemy and other ancient supposed mysteries sound good too, not to mention the history of Europe.
Damned laptop. I quit.