Today we play our final game of the season in soccer. So far we're 2-2, and a win will get us into the playoffs. I have vowed to play the best game of my life today, and I plan to rally our defense, which leads the league in goals allowed. And yeah. That is kind of embarrassing to admit.

But there was more that I wished to write.

It's depressing, you know, when you say something that you think is profound; when you say something that you want people to respond to, but you don't get much of anything. I'm very good at setting myself up for that, these days. Perhaps someday I'll figure out why I seem to do it so often, or why it feels like I'm doing it so often. Ah, the joys of psychology.

But yeah. I really like to get comments about those sorts of things, you know? I mean, I imagine that it'd be awkward much of the time, and sometimes you don't really have anything to say. This I know. But it does make me feel better to get something.

And no, I'm naturally not addressing just you folks, my dear audience. I'm talking about a few other things as well. But you are my audience, and small though you may be, every so often I want to hear more than one or two individuals speaking up.

I don't do a great job of commenting all the time myself, and often times when I do comment, I leave something ridiculous or short. But the way I see it, we would make these blogs private if we didn't want people to look at them; you wouldn't know turkman.blogspot.com existed unless I wanted you to read what you found here.

And I don't know how you guys feel about having comments on the blogs you deem important, but I know that for myself, when I write something that's more than simple, I like to see my comments box filling.

That is all. Hasta la byebye.