Bursts of energy

So I periodically get a surge of creativity in my journal entries. I have a 5 year journal - one of those "3 lines per day, 5 days per page" deals. I've had it since 2001 and do my three lines diligently. (That sounds a bit more nefarious than necessary.)

But, damn...sometimes it's just so hard to think of anything to write. After all, who am I writing for? Me, my wife, family? What's theraputic about writing it down? What's the reason so many go on and on with blogs, too?

Anyway, I'm off. And I don't know when I'll have anything else to say.

(I do read back in my 5 year journal. There is something fascinating about what I was doing on this day a year ago, two, three. Reading about my overwrought trivial crises through September 10, 2001 vs. the world's real troubles starting on the 11th is perspective-setting, as well.)