You know, I'm a pretty private person. Yeah, I know, I'm sure this comment caused a chuckle or guffaw of disbelief among those of you who just read it. Crazy. Me, private? I'm sure your next thought was, "Well, then why are you blogging, you freak?" Yeah, confuses the crap out of me too, really. I was just sitting here, feeling like blogging, yet feeling simultaneously like I had nothing to say or having a ton to say that I would never share in a public forum. And I... I don't know... I wonder sometimes why I blog. Sometimes the things I want to babble about are so personal that I haven't told anybody about them.

It's times like that that I wish I had a gorgeous journal that I scribbled my innermost thoughts in each night. But I don't have one. I've never been a journal person, which is quite odd, given my love of writing. I wish now that I had kept one over the years.

So I'm left with lots to say, but no place to say it. At least not here. Not being secretive in the least. Just not things I'm cool with putting out there on the worldwide web. And so I sit here, with so much, but nothing, to say.

Private person who is a blogger. See? I told you - it's a dichotomy.