Blogging is, indeed, poison.
I mean this in a good way (mostly), as being terribly addictive. I haven’t written a blog post in a week and I’m having the shivers, rocking back and forth, shaking etc (all this might come from being sleep deprived, though). I’ve been extremely busy with both work and some stuff which you will notice eventually, but it feels weird not blogging.
Everyday I think about maybe ten new topics to write about, if people wondering why I haven’t written in over a week (since I’m usually fairly consistent), if anyone cares at all, if people want me to write anything more ever. At other times I feel bad, just in case someone is hoping for me to write something new, and I just don’t deliver.
But also, this web site is such a fantastic way for me to express my feelings, to channel my thoughts, share any eventual knowledge I have since I sincerely think people need to share more with each other, and to get to know fantastic and wonderful people; people which I’ve had the consequential fortune to of actually meeting some in real life.
Other ponderings is how many persons are readers who come back? How many have been around all the way from the start in ’05, how many are fresh new here for the first time? How many subscribe to my feed (misleading stats aside), how many hate me for tainting web developing posts with personal reflections, does anyone actually like reading thoughts on life, concert reviews and so on?
Anyway, this is just my way of saying that I’m still here, I do want to write, I’m just a little busy at the moment but as soon as I’m on top of things, I’ll write again. I’m fine, just swamped with tasks that I have to finish.
I’m rambling since I’m tired, and because I miss communicating with you.
Anyway, whatever happens, I’m me. 🙂
PS. How many thinks I should’ve spent this time writing a “proper” post instead of this sheit? 🙂 DS.