Why do I have the tee vee playing in the background fairly loudly, and a grim CNN special about Al Zarcawi no less, when I am trying to blog - my first blog no less?! Oh yeah, because I'm terrified of being alone and yet am alone constantly. Hello! I am Same Suit Sam. That is not really my name but being anonymous finally allows me to post these web logs (or 'blogs) because I can say whatever the heck I want, and no one knows that the monster that am I (but a comical monster) is actually me. A nice and funny enough monster, but a monster all the same. Anyway, writing soothes the beast within and I'm already feeling better.

I do have more than one suit, by the way! I have two. I have a third which I don't count, because it's double breasted and was bought for me by a well-meaning relative many moons ago - it makes me look as wide as I am tall, and vaguely gangsterish (it's not a shiny suit, it's more the double breasted thing), but not in a good way. I also have a tux but that definitely does not count. That only makes an appearance once a year when I attend a two-day event on a zeppelin that I have to attend.

Well, it's 8:50pm and Al Zarqawi is about to get it - this is like watching cops in a way. But I'm barely watching. Getting used to a new apartment is hard, when I am ready to go to bed I fret that some weird sound will wake me up or keep me up, and it's enough to just not go to bed. Anyway, I have a spot on my chin where the whiskers have stopped growing, and the spot is expanding. I shouldn't be so lazy and I should see a derm to find out what the dealio is - the spot is hen-shaped. But in any case, I'll leave it be and use that spot on my chin where stubble is apparently on strike, as the only hint to who I am. Same Suit Sam, the guy with the growing hen-shaped spot on his chin which has stopped sprouting stubble.

Sorry this draft was so daft, but I had to start somewhere.