Bloggified at last

My life is now complete. I have my very own blog. No time to write it...wait a minute. This is my newest method of procrastination. I've already had four cups of tea, my bladder needs rescue. I can now nod knowingly in social situations and say, "I just wrote about that on my blog." Does anybody actually read blogs, other than codependent friends and family? It has all the benefits of keeping a diary, without the privacy. Which would be really helpful if I actually kept a diary. Yet in a diary, you can relax. You can wax neurotic, complain about your friends, Romans, country men...and regular men. Here there is the outside chance, minimal but possible, that someone...perhaps someone in prison, with way too much time on his hands...could actually read it. Oh the anxiety. Okay enough procrastination. I really have to pee.