One more voice on the blog-wagon: why should I do it?

I've never been good at keeping a diary. Two or three paragraphs and my writing descends into a swirl of disgust and why-bother-writing-this. (Although I-do-like-dashes. (And parenthases)). And non-sequitors.

But reading other people's blogs has inspired me. Unlike those old diaries, with their flimsy little "ooh don't read me, no really, I mean dooon't..." locks, the diaries of the blogworld, seem to me to connect people and give a more authentic outlet. There's a sense of community. And I'd like to be a part of it.

My life, to be blunt, has been cheerier in the past than it is at the moment. I'm hoping that writing about it will help.

Without making it totally obvious who I am to the five people who may eventually read this: I'm living in a city I dislike intensely with a partner I love intensely (To be known as Pili). We have some pretty damn cute cats. We're wrestling with infertility. I have type I diabetes, which I should control better than I do. I also have depression, which waxes and wanes but never altogether goes away.

I'm artificially sweetened in many ways. Don't tell me that aspartame is going to give me cancer. Because nothing and no one comes between me and my Extra Green Apple Gum. Or my zol*oft.