Firstly, and it's not much of an excuse, this is because I am so busy at work (two jobs) that I can't get anything done there and I'm zonked by the time I get home, (usually it takes me more time to get home than to stay there).
Secondly, I've reached that weird crisis point that spells death for so many blogs: I can't think what to write, and I'm self-conscious about anything I *do* write.
The latter is the killer: I know that I know some of the people who pop in here, even when I haven't posted in ages and all I'm writing is tripe. That freaks me slightly. But there's more: I get the feeling that many of the others, who pop in here pointlessly but regularly, also know me, but I don't know who they are. There are exes and stalkers and rodents from Mars, for all I know.
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