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Is Blogger actually working today?

Well, I thought I had recovered from the trip, but I am still feeling like I could sleep for another few days.

I haven’t caught up on all the blog reading for the last week so I think I am just going to have to say, “I’m sorry guys, I don’t think I can read everyone’s blog. Please just comment on my page and tell me what you’ve been up to.”

My back up blog (the one I used yesterday) is going back to my ‘design’ place. I use that blog to test out any potential blog styles I like. So, unless you’re really bored and want to see what I’m working on, you don’t need to go there anymore. Hopefully. Please Blogger, just be nice to me.

If you couldn’t tell, I have nothing to write about. I’ve been in a weird place for the past few days. I’ve been thinking about the ‘writing for me, writing for you’ subject that seems to be something going around blogosphere. People losing themselves to writing for other people and not for themselves anymore.
It seems when I write for myself that I finally feel better about what was bothering me. When I write for others I censor what I write in fear of hurting someone’s feelings or giving people the wrong impression. God forbid you all think I am a anxiety ridden freak. Oh wait, you already knew that huh?

I want to be able to use this space to write like I would if I were in bed with my leather bound journal and a pen I can’t seem to get to work. I want to pour it out here. I do…sometimes. I feel like a make a difference when I do. Sometimes I want to laugh, and make you guys laugh with me.

Anyone else in this place?