happiness kills poetry
and interesting jobs/lives kill blogs.
you see, the majority of my posts have been composed at work with occasional at-home tweaking. now i have full days with interesting things to do that don’t really necessitate a “my brain will explode if i don’t remove myself from this place for a few minutes” break every few hours..minutes…whatever. so no writing has been done at work.
but so much has been happening lately. we’re going to move. we had to get rid of our cats. we have friends in town. i love my job so much i giggle and hug myself on occasion. it turns out that the answer to “what will kelly talk about if she doesn’t have her job to bitch about?” is “nothing. she will listen to all her friends and marvel at how intelligent and wonderful they all are.”
so you see, dear reader, i have a collection of half-written posts en queue for you. the problem is the queue is mostly just in my brain and there’s little time to get it out of there. i feel “guilty” for even sparing the 10ish minutes it’s taken to jot this bit down.
sigh, ah well. hopefully we’ll get caught up later.
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