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Dear Me,

I don’t want to write a letter to myself.  I’m tired of the internet.  I’m tired of keeping all my sites updated.  I’m tired.  I’m behind.  I haven’t dropped cards in 3 days.  I’ve been playing games.  I’ve been watching movies.  I’ve been cleaning house.  I’ve had people over.

Well, I’m tired of having people over too.  But I’ve done well.  I’ve let them in.  I haven’t complained.  True, I haven’t offered them food or drink.  Though, generally, they bring their own pop with them.

Kevin and Kyle came over:  I sent them away.  Scott came over but without his girlfriend and so I wonder if I said something to upset her.  Scott did bring friends over (late).  But like I said, I didn’t complain.  I just “went with the flow”.  I only got anxious when the time approached 3 am.  And so I slept in the next day.  And took a nap (like I said, “I’m tired”).

Yesterday, the Pruetts came over (their son/daughter was over a couple of times this week).  They brought me some chowder.  And today, the Priest is coming by to cook wheat with fruit for a special service and fellowship (well, to “talk” with me too… something of a confession, I guess).  But, at least, these things are daytime things!  And, at least, I have my housecleaning caught up.

Boring.  Why do people write boring things in their blogs?  Why am I ashamed to admit that I “blog”?  What is a blog, anyway?  If it’s a personal diary, then why would anyone else want to read it?  And if it’s not, then why would someone write one (in the first place)?  Why do I write?

I like people who blog to help themselves heal.  They heal from mental illness.  They give tips on living a healthy life.  I don’t do these things.

I also like people who blog to “practice writing”.  They write good fiction, their writing style improves, they use humor, and they tell good stories.  I don’t do this either.

Or, perhaps I do both.  Perhaps writing is restful.  Surely it is an escape.  I think as long as I have something to say I’ll keep blogging.  So what is it I “say” (or what have I said):

The internet.  Virtual reality.  And my desktop wallpaper.  My blogs:  They’re updated.  It’s how time passes.  And how I know that things change.  I see this change in myself and I’m…

Not Tired Anymore,

Brett

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