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(So I have guilt, I have big-time, legitimate guilt over - get this - posting twice in a day, cluttering people's friends views, and that's not working, no. But. I'm so out of touch with this now. Blogging's been quite the movable feast for me from day one, and absurd to boot - third place in three months, right now I feel more like on vacation at the grand summer villa than at home, looking around, testing the waters, trying not to break the crystals, making too much noise, saying strange things, and I still haven't even justified it all to myself, the very basic concept of it. Why the hell do we blog, anyway? Why do I? Sometimes I suspect it's just an exercise in commitment - whenever my urge to delete it all and delete myself (as far as my online existence goes) hits me, I'm not allowed, because that's the deal I made. But that doesn't explain it. Testing the waters, trying to remember where I am when I wake up in the morning. Maybe getting on with picking the furniture would help.)