Seriously, I have plenty of time to post these days, but absolutely no ability to actually put words on the screen. I can barely focus my thoughts while they're still in my head, let alone string them out into coherent sentences. This is about what I'm able to do right now:
Dating a boy. Been on four dates. Fifth this weekend. No idea how I feel.
New Boy. Still hurt. How? Why? Where do we go from here? Arg.
Boss knows I'm leaving. Strangely understanding.
Need a new job. Something that can make me happy.
Er. Tired. Blank mind. Huh?
Kids. Poop explosions. Booger patrol all the time. Yelling and screaming. Did I mention the poop?
Socks for Xmas.
So yeah, how's that for an intelligent, generally well-spoken Stanford graduate? Oh yeah - I'm awesome.
Here's what I need from you: What do you all do when you're feeling funky and not-quite-coherent but still want to blog? Do you force something out? Seek inspiration in the mystic forces of the universe? Poke at your eyeballs until the pain clears your head? I'll take any advice or suggestions you have for me.
Let's hope this blogstipation episode goes away soon.