I feel it is time I blessed this blog with another post. I have been feeling this way since Tuesday. I have silently acknowledged that the last post left a lot to be desired, although anyone remotely interested in LQ would have loved it.
My problem, however, is dire. I have nothing. Each time I have a moment to churn something out, the inner dialogue goes a little something like this:
Ok, it's time you did another post. Try to make it good this time.
Brain: Done... I think I can manage one good post a year... maybe this time will be it.
That sounds promising... what have you got so far?
Brain: [stares blankly at my skull]
No, seriously... surely you have some deep inner thoughts that will astound and amaze even the brightest of our readers.
Brain: [looking at the dim, gray walls of nothing] ummmm...
Oh come on! Alright, maybe there's something exciting that has happened in your life that you can blog about.
Brain: [reaching through the cobwebby archives] Well..... there is that emotional breakdown you had on Wednesday, it -
Shut up! Shhh... that's not to be mentioned. Anyway, as I recall, it was you that couldn't corral those wild untamed thoughts that made me cry.
Back to the matter at hand. Maybe I have some cute photos of LQ that could be posted in lieu of words. No one will notice the difference. [starts scrolling frantically through recent photos]
Poop and bum, can't you even encourage me to take some pictures? All I have here are those ones of LQ's mess. Brain, you are really letting me down here.
Brain: You COULD post those poo pictures. I know of at least two people who would be delighted to see your child's mess. I know I have a bit of a giggle whenever you come across them.
Ugh. This is useless. I am going back to blog stalking and envying those women with brains that are a little sharper. And when you do end up having an original thought, let me know.
Brain: [whilst shoving two Krispy Kreme's in its mouth] Wha..? Ummm... ok. I liked it better when you only did Facebook.