I blog therefore I....what?

I'm sitting in bed as I type this, and for the life of me, I cannot fathom how anyone is able to continually update these things!

I'm a well-meaning blogger, but life so often tends to get in the way. I'm usually so busy doing stuff, that I don't even have space in my head to think about how I'm going to write this down. So why do bloggers bother?

I don't know. Maybe it's the information age's equivalent of a bottle in the ocean. It isn't even things we can't tell our friends, most likely they read your blog too, it's the idea that your musings, ramblings, rages, and in my case, sad attempts at humor, resonate with someone. Anyone, really.

In some senses it's skips right past vanity and heads straight for all-out egotism, but it's a tiny sin, Because, who knows? it might be true this time.

A couple of days ago, something happened. I don't want to say what, because this isn't a diary, it's a blog, but if something similar happened to someone who happens to read this, it's alright.

You aren't alone.

Maybe I'm starting to get this blogging this.