I feel like I should have something hil-AR-ious to post. I mean, c’mon – I haven’t posted in three days. Surely, something vaguely entertaining has happened in those 72 hours.
Lessee … working. Collapsing after said work and sleeping for almost 10 hours on a school night. Working again. Eating awesome Italian food with My Guy, then watching the Olympic opening ceremonies (yawn). Cleaning. Being ignored by the shoe salesmen at Nordstrom because I was wearing a vintage Iowa Hawkeye t-shirt and three-year-old Sketchers. I know I’m not cool, but maybe I would have liked to try on those green pumps. Think about it.
How do you keep those occasional day-to-day blahs from making your writing blah? I refuse to get into the minutiae. Twitter, I am looking at you. And Facebook. And my dear friend who learned how to merge the two and posted – I am not kidding – 104 Facebook status updates in 48 hours.
Help me. Or I might have to start writing about dryer lint, in all its intricate, interesting glory. Posts and posts about dryer lint.