Why I write, and why I don't.

I keep forgetting that I have a blog. I usually just write in one of my many journals when I have anything worth writing. And I even write in them when I don't have anything worth writing. I journal to keep my brain from exploding. You wouldn't think by looking at me that my brain contains anything of value. But it does! I think all kinds of things! Like just last week, as I was watching the coverage of Hurricane Issac, I thought how cool it would be if you could pad up in bubble wrap and bulky road rash proof clothing and let the wind gusts see how far they could take you. See?!? That is very important stuff there! Scientific even. Here lately, my brain has been on overload. I think those scientific thoughts, thoughts about my marriage, my kids, my friends, or lack of them, my road to becoming a hermit/crazy cat lady and a slew of other important stuff and things. It's probably not that interesting to the normal human, but anyone with a crazy brain like mine would appreciate the finer workings of my warped brain. I know I have no readers, but I'll try my best to stick a post it somewhere in my head where one of my many pixies that reside in there might see it and remind me to come here and post from time to time. I'll try.