Shorter and duller?

Dammit, sick again. This time it's a cold. I'm doing the zinc thing, but I suspect my social plans are fucked for the second weekend in a row.

Years ago, before I'd ever heard of LJ, I couldn't understand why anyone would keep their journal in public. Now that LJ is dying, I'm finally seeing the utility of it--at least for externally-motivated types like me. The social feedback, even if it was concentrated on my less diary-like posts, encouraged me to post more overall. As my memory gets more unreliable, these are the posts I find it most valuable to go back and reread, but there are fewer and fewer of them.

So I'm wondering if a change of style is in order. Instead of crafting entries for an audience which no longer truly exists, perhaps I should learn to content myself with sketchy summaries of my activities, like what I do when on vacation. The upside to offering less detail is that more information would get recorded more regularly. Quite often in these entries, I find myself referring to incidents which happened days earlier, which isn't all that helpful when I'm trying to use the archive function to establish a chronology.

So with that in mind, I'll note that talked with Mom last night for the first time since she and my sister came down to visit. And I confirmed that I embarrassed them both with my little freak out about grimy little hands on the settee, which perhaps explains why they haven't seen fit to call. As usual, I'm caught between the easy-going, accepting person I want to be and the anxious penny-pincher I really am. At least I'll be down in a week to sort that all out--provided I can stay healthy.