I keep thinking I ought to finish this thing up, close it so I have an accurate, complete record of the time I spent in Iceland. I still have a pretty good story to recount from the Saga wax museum about a Viking girl who threatened to cut off her tits and freaked out some Native Americans so badly she won a battle. If I did that, I might pick it back up the next time Josh and I go a-wandering, and then just keep this old blog as a record for things I see in other countries.

But I'm also really tempted to start a for-real life blog again. I don't know. I miss writing. I miss being hard and apt. I miss talking about myself.