So I get over all the guilty feelings that blogs are just narcissistic and self-indulgent and decide to give it another go and wham! I hit what might quite easily be the 36 most boring hours of my life. I was on a roll! And then my life became devoid of any excitement, any slightly humourous stories, any witty insights, bitching sessions, necessary ventings, or brilliant observations.
Work, dishes, laundry. And the constant replaying of "Collide" by Howie Day. My absolutely favourite cheesy song du jour - except this one may stick around in my heart forever - sorta like Prince & Sheena Easton in The Arms of Orion. I can't get enough of it.
And, of course, Murphy's Law hits. Now that I've rambled on about absolutely nothing, I've thought of two potential topics. Maybe next time.
The washing machine is done. Back to laundry. And Howie.
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