I'm a spastic blogger. I have weeks of semi-daily updates (Cork!) and then months of wallowing in not posting posts (Munich in July!). It's unfortunate that this non-posting fell more towards the end of my trip... it must seem as if somewhere in the English Gardens mid-semester I was eaten by a bear, but I can assure you that it isn't the case. It's sort of nice that many people have pointed this out to me -- maybe that's it, though, that when I feel that I'm observed, it's harder to write stupid shit like "I was hit in the face by a goose".
Or maybe it's this: I don't blog when I'm, as a rule, happy, or a specific kind of happiness, a kind of happiness that is here-and-now, a happiness that a running computer and blinking cursor on a blog screen seem to only detract from.
