I was just clicking that button in the top right hand corner of my browser window, the "Next Blog" button. It is surprising how few actual blogs there are. Most of them are advertisements for anything from alternative medicine to bridesmaids' dresses. A few that were actual blogs were blogs about blogging. Oh my god! Now I'm blogging about blogging, too.
Must. Change. Topic.
I have been incredibly slack at this whole writing bidness. Haven't done it in weeks. I
so want to get this thing finished, or at least get on a regular writing schedule, but it doesn't seem to be happening. At work I blog or do actual, ya know, work. When I get home I am just running on fumes. If it wasn't so damn hot in my bedroom until after the sun goes down I would probably go to bed at 7 pm every night. Well, maybe not.
I've also been into this whole nerd thing called
Neverwinter Nights. Not so much playing it as building a module. I'd like to learn the 3d graphics part of it, but I suck. I told W that even though I wanted to learn I wasn't going to try because I already have too many hobbies. I need to trim down the number some. I collect hobbies like a bellybutton collects lint. (Ew.) I start one thing, get bored or distracted and move on to the next too easily. (Though I like to tell myself that writing is different. It is lingering in the background and I
will get back to it.)
And... I think I am getting sick. Sore throat, slight cough, stuffy head and that annoying thing where you think you are going to sneeze so you make that ridiculous face... then nothing happens. AND I tried to locate a dentist who takes my insurance and is near my house, but that was like... trying to think of a similie that doesn't suck... and it didn't happen. The closest one I found was an HOUR and ten minutes away but he's in a huge ghetto city. I am trying to cut down on the number of drive-by shootings I am involved in, so I chose one slightly farther away.
