I have been fretting over this all day, and you should probably forget what I wrote here yesterday. While I still think that I shouldn’t just blog for the sake of it, something seems to compel me to keep blogging, to  the extent that I start to feel rather uncomfortable if I don’t. I wouldn’t say it was a full on addiction, rather a habit built up over two decades of blogging. If I don’t blog by a certain time of day, a voice at the back of my mind keeps telling me that I might not get the opportunity the day after. Needless to say, the voice sounds remarkably like my parents. Thus I think I’ll just keep prattling on here, just as I always have; and if people can’t read every entry, or if I don’t quite manage to blog every day, nobody should get too upset. These are, after all, just the ill-informed ramblings of a cripple.

Mind you, I really need to find something more substantial to write about, rather than whether or not to blog.