Sometimes blogging is really annoying. You can't make it a record of everything that you think or that happens because you'll offend this person or that person if they read it. You can't make it a journal and pour your soul out and be all personal because you don't know who reads this stuff. So in the end you're left with a sort of skeleton version of your experience: names omitted, feelings omitted, unflattering pictures omitted.
I've had a few frustrating occurrences here this past week, some family stuff, some...hospitality stuff, for lack of a better descriptive word vague enough not to really describe the situation.
So there, a vague little rant about the necessary but annoyingly vague nature of trying to keep people updated with a blog.
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