mass-email writer's block

quite possibly the most pathetic case of writer's block yet discovered by mankind. attempting to sum up the last month or so of my life to a small list of beloved family and friends, i cannot find a way to make it sound exciting, interesting, or lacking either of those, even laughable. BLAH! i've got nothing.
for those of you on that list, you already know that i almost died twice on the trip here (here being Conakry, the capital city of the Republic of Guinea). near head-on collisions are slightly less scary in the dark because your depth perception is impaired and you can't tell quite how narrowly you escaped death (or at least horrible maiming). on a side note, i wonder if i am already somewhat maimed. a friend commented favorably on a female's legs the other day. looking over and seeing nothing remarkable in said walking tools, i asked what he found attractive about them. he expressed that it was nice to see a pair of legs so smooth and "not chopped up." as someone who has recently sustained two rather large and permanent scars on my knees i wondered if legs that are a bit "chopped up" will still be admired on the occasion that they are shown off? (which occasion will be some time after i leave this area, it being a place where gratuitous knee display is frowned upon)