I almost never write diaries, mostly because my life is emotionally very complicated and I find it immensely difficult to focus my thoughts to the necessary degree to adequately research, analyze, and write a piece of sufficient quality. Still, certain topics keep tapping at the inside of my skull, begging for a chance to become a diary.
The appalling state of our informational media is one such topic.
Yesterday, a migraine (having them is apparently my new hobby) brought on a ragged epiphany about the media problem and what we might be able to effectively do about it. I was driving back from an emergency workplace furlough to buy migraine pills when this idea - or its germ, at least - occurred to me, and I began writing it down as soon as I got back to my desk. As I typed, I wore sunglasses, not to counter the idea’s blinding brilliance but because of extreme photosensitivity. I got as far as the intro and had to put my head down on the desk. Figured I'd finish when my head was clear.
Today, I’m still suffering mild migraine symptoms and realize that if I wait for a clear head, I may as well wait for Santa Claus, world peace, and an attractive haircut for Donald Trump. So I'm going to finish writing this sucker and post it, no matter how it turns out.