Everyone wants to be a writer.If they aren't blogging, they're microblogging. Or they've got their own website. Or they write amateurish or lugubrious poetry. (I've been guilty of that a time or two, myself)Some of it's amusing, in a "reading someone else's journal" kind of way. Some of it's . . .
I'm hiding out upstairs in my office; the drone of the vacuum cleaner is making me crazy. I'm usually the maid service's first clean of the day, but today I'm second and they didn't get here till 11:15. It's too noisy to read; I've printed out some documents for our trip, and now I'm so desperate . . .