The great metropolis is thick with humidity today –
something I realized this morning on my run as my hair begun to transform into
a brillowy mess and my skin became too stifled to break a sweat. As my feet pounded the pavement with an
increasing sense of lethargy, I fought the urge to pick an inconvenient wedgie
that had stricken me whilst on the busy street, dense with morning
commuters. As a distraction to my
growing discomfort, I asked myself, When
was the last time I posted on my blog?
When indeed?
I realize that my posts are growing few and far
between. This troubles me, but I must
remind myself that the reason I began this blog was not to proclaim every occurrence
in my life, nor was the purpose ever to entertain the masses. While I hope that some
have found it clever or whimsical, the purpose of this particular blog is to
provide me with an outlet.
Hey, it’s cheaper than therapy.
Since my last serious post, I have taken on a second
job. Now, in addition to my part-time
gig as an administrative worker, I also teach French classes for a local NPO of
Francophiles. This is my “fun” job. Unfortunately, working two jobs (and not
learning how to effectively say “no” to various volunteer opportunities that I
find appealing) leaves little time to engage
in any other personal enrichment
extracurriculars for yours truly, and that –it pains me to say– includes
Anouchka Talks.
You see, by the time I get home, the last place I want to be
is in front of a computer screen. Irony
has made this Luddite her bitch by convincing me to even start a blog, but I
find it so…relieving. I realize that both of you know who I am, but
I do so relish the false sense of anonymity in writing whatever I damn well
please.
Plus, I can say whatever words I want.
But enough of this nonsense.
I began this post with a direction in mind and I have veered far from it
and lost my train of thought entirely.
Thank you for ruining my mojo. Suffice
it to say this: My brain is dead.
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