You know what it's like...

when you have a ton of things going on in your life, and many of them you want to blog about, but because some of these things lend themselves to the violation of the privacy clause that you established with family in the contract that states, "If I blog, I promise to...or not to..." that is oft found in blogvilia about not revealing yourself whether it's because you fancy yourself a bit in the witness protection program regarding your children's real names and location other than general state information or you just don't fancy that your blogging reveal the intimate details of the books on your nightstand and the state of your bathroom counters and the type of wreath that you chose to decorate your door--not that there's any inherent good, bad or indifferent to such blogging, it is however not your cup of tea--so when all these things converge that would generate rather interesting blogging, instead you end up writing the world's longest run-on sentence in an effort to relieve blogging migrainized pressures and just call it a day, as well as a post.