Since returning from my long vacation, I have not been in the mood to blog. Don't know why, just don't feel like it. I've been arguing with myself about it.
"Okay, Witless, why did you start this blog in the first place?"
"To practice consistency and build character."
"Are you doing that right now?"
"Is that any kind of an attitude?"
"Yeah, a poopie attitude."
"One of the hallmarks of being an adult is showing a little self discipline."
"Poop on being an adult, it's no fun."
"Think about the feeling of accomplishment you get when you make a blog entry every day."
"Is it really an accomplishment or is it just a demonstration of Sturgeon's Law? 'Ninety percent of everything is crap.'"
"Well, you sure as heck aren't going to get the 10% of good stuff if you don't wade through the 90% of crap."
"Maybe my crap stompin' boots got stuck in the muck and I pulled one off struggling to get out of it then stepped my bare foot into the crap and the yuck squished up between my toes."
"Seems to be about where you are right now."
"Ain't that the truth."
It's no wonder one of my nicknames is GrumpoGirl.