A much better night. Still busy, but not running all night long. I had a bitch of a time getting to sleep yesterday, though; I've been doing pretty good that way lately, I've gotten spoiled.
So I'm still pretty weary. So what's new?
There is a lot of good constructive activity going on in the Diary-L list lately... no flames war since ... gee, must be at least a week. Metajournals has been a great help that way... gives people focus on what we're really trying to do here.
On-line journallers... a strange breed, if I do say so myself. Some of them (like me) are having fun at it. There are others who are quite serious.
Interestingly, the different type of journalling styles compliment each other. And, although none of us really have the same goals, and in spite of the fact that there are many vehement denials... we are a "community". And I will get badly flamed so asserting this... but we like it that way. And we comprise a very accepting community, at that. All y'gotta do is write.
About half of the readers here are journallers, and many of the other half would like to be, and I would encourage them to be. And offer them help, in every way, shape and form. I'll give them the Metajournals URL!
Since I usually don't talk much about journalling, and since I've made an exception today, I'll just go ahead and completely blow it.
I still love doing this... 860 entries later. It is such a compulsion now that I would no sooner leave a day unwritten than I would not brush my teeth. Or leave Karen unkissed. It's a passion, and it keeps me off of the streets.
The more-or-less daily pictures... I love doing them too. Vanity? No, I don't think so. I pride myself on my lack of vanity and my general humility. But I do think that people like to look at people who that have relationships with...
As you recoil in horror... you reading this sentence constitutes a relationship, albeit a one-way one. Ah, but when you give me feedback it's a two-way street. And I really like that.
As mentioned on Diary-L recently, some of the "Babes" like to read the journals of men who are "hunks". I wrote in, saying that wasn't my reason for putting my pix up... the babes don't read my journal anyway. (I actually qualified that a little... many babes don't read my journal...)
I got straightened out on that pretty quick, let me tell you. the Babes came out of the virtual woodwork. So much so that I decided that all that you really need to do to be a "babe" is be female and read nilknarf. I actually knew this all along, I'd just never articulated it.
Conversely, the guys who read nilknarf are all studs by definition. Not that I care one way or another about the guys. From that standpoint, anyhoo.
So... I love doing this, and I think that I will continue doing it until I die. Which reminds me, I never did get a macro figgered out to let people know when I die... I'll have to work on that sometime soon.
I love the idea of having an audience... those of you who come back day after day... I don't know your names or anything about you, generally speaking... but I love you. You make my life more fun than I can make it all by myself, and I really appreciate it.
If nobody ever read this, would I still do it? I don't know, and I'll probably never know. My few starts at paper journalling fizzled out pretty quickly. Lack of interest, fear of introspection... I never tried writing one after I got sober... anyway, they never lasted more than a week.
OK, enough of journalling. Time for bed. I want to get up early and help Karen some tonight before I go to work... we're having weekend visitors, so the house must be spotless! And it will be...