I hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate it when my blog goes down.
It makes me feel like I've lost a limb.
Which might sound a little dramatic, but I really do enjoy writing. I miss it palpably when I don't get to do it, especially when there are thoughts zooming around in my head that I really must get out. They bounce around increasingly frenetically, like heated molecules, until I can at last articulate them and release the building pressure. And so I must write, so that there will be room for other thoughts to occur.
Certainly I can write offline, and indeed I do. But there's something like a rush of endorphins I experience when I see my words show up on my blog. I look at them and marvel, "I created that." It's a nice feeling and one I miss when I can't have it.