I said to myself that...

...I'd be active at writing, on here. Say a post every other day, but three weeks later...

...nothing.

Many things to talk about, but like a morning glory, the moment passes and turns rather small and flaccid. 

Just like missing a blog. 

Does it really matter when the timing of words becomes irrelevant? 

It shouldn't do. It just depends on the material, whether your writing is captivating enough or ideally a combination of the two.

Good subjects have run away into the haze.

My birthday, physical problems, psychological problems, physical problems causing psychological problems and the general ordeal of being in a place and skin that you feel isn't making any sense.

Cheer up you bastard.