Scary

Holy crap, my blog-hating sister now has a Live Journal. This is, I believe, one the signs of the apocalypse.

Sort of like a blog

In the years before I had a blog I kept journals. Lots of them. I have several thousand pages of crap in a milk crate under my bed. Twenty-one volumes, actually. I stopped keeping a journal a few months before I started this blog, and I thought the blog would sort of be like a journal, but I quickly realized it wasn't really like a journal or diary at all. Anyway, last month I started keeping a journal again. It's odd sitting at my desk scrawling away in a spiral-bound notebook with a fountain pen and suddenly wishing I could link to a website. It doesn't quite work the same as with HTML.

When will I come back from hiatus? I don't know.