A year goes by...

see, this is the problem with me, and things that must be done daily. I swear, I have an easier time remembering to do something randomly, rather than every day. And it's not just remembering, it's feeling like I have something to write. If you read my diaries from my adolescence, you'll notice this pattern:

Dear Diary,

It's March 1st, 1985. I went to school today, and then Katie came over to play. We had fun and ate peanut butter sandwiches. I promise to write my dreams and things I do in you every day.

Love, Lori
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Dear Diary,
It's March 3, 1994. Sorry I haven't written in so long, but man, how things have changed! Boys are no longer icky, and I have boobs. I promise to write my dreams and things I do in you every day.

Love, Lori

So there you go, my eternal dilemma. Is it worth it, to spend the time and the money (to buy a url) to have a website, a blog? Do people really need to hear what I have to say?