I’m going through folders right now looking for blog posts I started and didn’t finish. I’m disappointed, really… because I had some legitimate ideas but I didn’t devote much of anything to the pieces themselves (which explains why I never really posted them). I suppose I’m too critical of my own writing, which I get from my grandfather. I kind of appreciate and realize why he never wrote his book… here’s hoping I can do that for him.
Anyways, it sucks. I don’t necessarily have writer’s block, I’m just overwhelmed in the world of 140 characters or less right now, and not much of anything has been going on recently. It also doesn’t help that I don’t care to discuss the draft after everyone else has, and football is in a lockout (give me $9 billion to figure out how to split evenly and I’ll get it done, assholes).
I suppose I could always recount some of the weaker stories, but that’s not blog-worthy stuff.
I did get hammered on St. Patrick’s Day at this bar in town… walked home, blacked out on the way back, puked for an hour, and blacked out again. The hangover on Friday sucked… cookout on Saturday helped… this week has been slow and boring.
It doesn’t help that Enigma is so busy either… this week really has sucked.
At least the Lakers and Suns put on a great game the other night…
…are you ready to call someone to help me, yet?