But here I am, Company. I am with you. I might not be giving you anything that you like or care to read but at least I am making the effort, I suppose. I mean, they can't all be gold, can they? No, no they cannot. For every gold nugget out there there has to be at least 416,000 lumps of dirt. That's how I figure it. So enjoy your lump of dirt. I won't make you suffer through much more. Hopefully. I mean, it's writer's block, and you never know how long it is going to last. I guess we will just have to wait and see for tomorrow.
Friday, July 03, 2009
Well Company, sorry I missed you yesterday but I have been suffering from a pretty nasty case of the writers block. Actually, it's not so much writers block as it is a deep, dark desire to not have to write anything. Think of it more as writers antipathy. I don't exactly know why that is but I just haven't felt like I wanted to. Maybe that is because it is the holiday weekend and I have a long weekend from work. Maybe it's because it is the holiday weekend and there are about 20,000 people packed into a town made for about 2500. Maybe it's because it is the holiday weekend and all I want to do is watch as many fireworks displays as I can get my hands on and grill out and goof off. I just don't know.