For the past couple hours, I’ve been sitting in front of my computer.
I have a sermon to write for this Sunday. I have work to do for Alli’s art show on Friday and Saturday in Gardner. I have yet to work out today. I have a new blog design that I could code, updates to the church website and A SERMON TO WRITE FOR SUNDAY.
But I’ve been staring at an empty WordPress text box for as long as it would take me to do each of those. Occasionally, I’ll pop over to my Tumblr dashboard and see what’s going on there and I’ve got Tweetie keeping me lathered in tweets. But for the most part, I’ve been sitting here. Staring.
It’s how I tend to get when Alli’s gone. Oh, did I not mention that? Yeah, she’s at dance camp. The one time every year that we’re apart. And I can barely function.
Well, I can function, but I don’t want to. I’d rather just sit here and listen to Glen Hansard.
There are lots of things to write about. I’ve got two really interesting (at least I think so) posts sitting as drafts. I could write about the travesty that is the Big 12 11 6? I could talk about the season finale of Glee (although I did that briefly over on my Tumblr). I could talk about how I went to play with the new Sprint HTC Evo tonight (impressive, but it’s not the iPhone). None of this interests me. Everything is very meh.
Even just writing this out is boring the crap out of me. I know that if I open up Bejeweled Blitz on Facebook, I’ll never stop. So instead, I’ll complain to you, my fine Internet friends. I’ll threaten to move my blog entirely to Tumblr again (the only thing I can’t quite sort out how to do elegantly is archiving all my old WordPress content).
The lesson in all this? Don’t pay any attention to me. I’m just a miserable cur because Alli’s out of town.