I am experiencing blog envy. And Blogger's Remorse. I am convinced that my blog is inferior. Does it reveal too much without revealing anything substantive?

I spend a lot of time at work looking over my shoulder and startling, like a cat in a room full of invisible moths. If I were to perform actual work-related duties, my nerves would be able to settle. But I persist, like a modern-day Don(a) Quixote, tilting at windmills labeled "MySpace," "Facebook," "Blogger," "gmail," "hotmail," and "petersons.com". Oh yes, and my nemesis constantchatter.com. This display of utter disconnection with reality further convinces me that I am unsuited for the world. Do I really wish to spend my life in an ivory tower, jotting strange poems, and putting all my hopes into posthumous recognition? I would like to think that I truly want meaningful engagement with the world. How that would actually look remains to be seen.