It is wholly possible to become totally involved with this whole blogging thing. People put their whole lives out there for you to read. Some of it is truly disturbing. For instance, I learned all about someone's food poisoning, and the effect it had on their bowels. I don't even know this person, and yet I know their bowel movements for the past seven days. Why? I suppose I shouldn't be totally surprised - after all, I have seen both the best and the worst the net has to offer, and come out the other side a stronger person. I both hate and love the internet. I could live without it - after all, I gave up television, computers, mobile phones and decent sleep for a month and a half last year as I drove around the east coast of Asutralia in a camper. I almost didn't miss any of them at all, and I know I wrote a lot of my next book, so there was a positive end to the experience. Not that the literary output of the holiday was the only positive. I thought it was pretty amazing that my girlfriend and I only had each other for company and didn't manage to even storm out on each other once. Not that we're particularly prone to fireworks, but that was a long time to spend in confinement. We did well. Yay us...