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My wife bought me a new toenail clipper today.
That was the high point of my day.
Now you know why I haven't written lately.
I have dilemma. I have a wonderful young daughter, but I write little about her daily life on here. This isn't a parenting blog.
I have a fear. I don't write about my job. There already has been one Dooce.
I have a concern. You don't really know me. No, seriously, I'm not him. I'm the other one. Who sounds like him. And if I write too much you might find out who I am. And then what would be the point of having a blog?
I have a problem. Really, there should be quotes around problem. I've got good days and bad. The good days I'm uninteresting, and on the bad, I worry people.
I have a dream. No, different than his. I'd love a blog written by a group of people. Each one using "I" and all signing the entries Me. No names. No identifying information. I don't know who'd read it. Well, I would.
And, Sister, that's where I've been.
Yes, I know. That was anti-climatic.
