Monologues inside my head

If I argue with someone I much rather be friends with, I am always left feeling somewhat adrift, confused, aimless. I keep talking to the person in my head. Not just trying to resolve the quarrel, but I get a greater urge than usual to talk about my day, things that happen, things that can be funny, or things that have annoyed, or the shape of the clouds, or...

I am not sure what to do with all these thoughts. Maybe I should take up blogging daily again? But does anybody read these thoughts, or are they just my echoing space? Does it even matter? I suppose not. 

Today I had a different cleaning lady here, because my regular is on holiday. The substitute is called Tatjana. She did a good enough job, but she managed to crash my ubuntu box by placing something on the keyboard - on the printscreen button. There was nothing on the keyboard when I came home, but there were two-thousand-and-some printscreen dialog boxes, the computer was running hot and blowing the fan as if it was an airplane about to take off, and not *really* responding to anything I did (though I could click cancel on each dialog). In the end I rebooted it and felt like a complete idiot doing so, but it was the quick way out - and less humiliating than asking for help. Though I ruined that by going public about it, didn't I?