So I'm sitting here at my desk, waiting for my shift to start and trying to think of something to blog about. And sitting. And thinking. And sitting. And thinking. And I think I'll take a sip of water. And ooh, look at the trees blowing around out the window, hope that wind dies down before my shift is over.Squirrel!
And so goes my blog for the last few months. No, this isn't another boo-hoo-I'm-so-busy-I-don't-
have-time-to-blog post so don't start skimming. Well, don't start skimming yet. I don't know where this is going. Anyway, aside from being busy with the new job/baby lately and being lazy when I'm not, I just haven't been able to focus on anything to post about. It's not like writer's block or anything, it's more like… should I blog that? Meh. Maybe I'll eat a cookie instead.
I think in the ebb and flow of a blog's life, I'm in wallowing in an ebb. I'm in the valley looking up at the peak. No, I'm in the valley taking a nap. Hell, I haven't even updated the list of books I'm reading and I finished two of them months ago. I'd even planned blogging about them, but now I'm all, uh, what were they about? The Creed of Violence wasn't bad, but the best thing about it was definitely the author's name. Boston Tehran. How cool is that? Fool by Christopher Moore was fantastic. Literally laugh out loud funny. It's King Lear from the fool's point of view. Kinda. Under Heaven I haven't quite finished yet, but it's good. Anything by Guy Gavriel Kay is.
Um… what else?
So, anyone else think the whole Christina/shooting trauma storyline on Grey's has gone on waaaay too long?
I don't know, that's all I got. What about you? Would you like to know something? Questions? Comments? Suggestions for something to write about?
Maybe I should stick to pictures.
Maybe I should get to work.