What am I doing here?

Open Diary seems to have gotten rather quiet in recent years.  Have you noticed that?  Less traffic passing through.  My old friends who introduced me to OD have moved on to Facebook and Twitter.  Not that I quite see how that’s a substitute – after all, I’ve rather enjoyed the anonymity of OD.  But then, the lack of connection.  What am I really looking for?  Perhaps I don’t have so much to write after all. 

I’m thinking of posting a picture.  I don’t know why. 

I shouldn’t be writing tonight.  I’m too sober.  Flat, dry.  I’m not sure why.  Bad brain chemistry perhaps.  Paralysis of the soul.  Death of imagination.