We've been drifting apart lately, no? I feel like I don't have time for you anymore.
But that's not true. I could make time. I just don't really WANT to. I
have want to put my energy into work. I want to spend time with Dave when I come home. I want to go lay out at the pool. I want to get sloppy at happy hour. I want to talk on the phone with my sister. I want to go visit my favorite preggo in STL. I want to sit out on the balcony with a bottle of wine. I want to go shopping. I want to curl up on the couch and watch a movie. I don't want to worry about writing.
I think it's also time to admit that not every post can be the of the prolific, witty, insightful variety. Okay, fine, most of them aren't. They're just acerbic. But I feel like I've been so much more BLAH with this whole blogging thing lately.
Maybe I'm just in a slump. Maybe summer just makes me want to get the eff away from my computer. Maybe this feeling happens to all bloggers at some point. Maybe that's why so many people make the switch from blogging to Tumblr... Some pretty pictures here, a snarky sentence there -- that's much more my pace right now, I'm sure.
Ah, well. I'm not going anywhere, I'm just musing.
Now that I've babbled enough for one night, I'm going to stop right now so I can go eat this:
Wednesday, July 1, 2009