It’s officially been long enough since my last blog post that Internet Explorer forgot the web address.
I actually told myself a couple of weeks ago that I wasn’t going to publish any more “woe is me” posts. Because really, who wants to read that crap unless it is artfully illustrated by the amazing Allie Brosh.
But I haven’t had it in me to prep any other material. Because that involves accomplishing things and that’s been somewhat challenging lately.
But it has also been really difficult to sit back and just watch my traffic tank. And frankly, I don’t need another thing giving me anxiety attacks. Not that I think that this poor excuse for a post will really drive traffic….
So, I continue to write this junk in hopes that it will be vaguely cathartic. Although in reality, I just think I need to sleep for about 12 days. Because tired doesn’t begin to describe how I’ve been feeling lately. And by lately I mean the last 2 years.
In an effort to improve this circumstance, I am visiting a homeopathic doctor today. I am hoping they have some magic potion that will return my ability to form complete sentences. Because Dr Pepper isn’t cutting it anymore.