What I ate for lunch. Just kidding.

This print makes even office sludge coffee look pretty. Twelve bucks by O’Reilly Ink Illustration.

So I haven’t been feeling like blogging lately because my job has been eating my soul. Which I love, because I love having a job. Seriously. EMPLOYMENT =

But I used to do a really really really easy job where I could zone out and listen to the radio all day. But then I just had to go and get a promotion…and now I get paid more, but no more radio listening. So, you know, tradeoffs.

Also, I am studying for this certification exam related to what I do, which if I pass the thing, would help me get an even better job down the road doing something a little more technical, a little more private and allow me to once again listen to the radio while I work. So all of this has been stressful and tiring and completely drained me of all creative juices.

On top of that steaming pile of fun, I am still trying to write a book or two. Which is fun, but takes a lot of what do you call it…you know…that thing where you follow through on stuff…detrimintation? No, that’s not it, that isn’t even a word…concentration? Yeah, that’s kind of part of it, but you know, still not what I mean…Fuck it, I’m googling this bitch.

de·ter·mi·na·tion

[dih-tur-muh-ney-shuhn]

–noun

1.fixed direction or tendency toward some object or end.

Oh yeah. That.

Did I mention I am like, super fucking lazy? Because I am, so that makes blogging with all of my job stuff a lot harder.

There are so many bloggists who write every day and come up with these wonderful stories and quips and inspirational messages of hope and love and lah dee dah…but not moi. If I feel like writing because something seems funny or awesome or worth sharing with the world ( all six of you, dear readers) then I will dump those words right on to this blog for all the world to see. But if the most interesting part of my day was what I ate for lunch, which is usually easy mac and a coke, then I am not gonna be writing that little tid bit down. Or how on Tuesday I was kind of feeling like I was getting sick but then it passed, but then I really started to feel shitty, but then, nope false alarm feeling fine by bedtime!

I mean, really, who the fuck cares?

Also, I have been getting kind of discouraged because there are sooooo many amazing blogs out there already, and I am kind of like, well, they don’t need me for anything. Who cares if I pee my pants in public or touch dead bodies or don’t fit into my designer jeans or cry when I attempt to go running?

But then I remember there are a few things I need to get off my chest in order to stay sane and that’s why I started this blog and why I won’t give up on it or delete it when I go through a creative rough patch. Kind of like being married.