I have got to be the worst blogger ever. I find myself slightly jealous at the women that blog for a living, taking ad space and paying their mortgages with their online yammering. Yet I can't write two posts in a week's time to save my life. I guess there's a reason they're making money at it and I'm not. Also, I'm not trying.
Also, I haven't written anything to anyone about anything. I haven't written anything for myself, for my own plans. I haven't written. Hell, I could hardly write this. And I'm pretty sure my sister just had or is about to have a baby, but we aren't speaking (for what seem like good reasons), so I won't even be invited to participate in any of that.
So. Life is meh.