There isn’t a lot that comes out of my mouth these days that isn’t either overly long and so far from the point Euclid would likely have an epileptic fit at the disgrace I’m showing his first dimensional construct, or short, matter of fact, and uninteresting. This may be partially due to my schedule, which consists of getting up early and giving my day to a company which pays me lots of money, which results in me being tired and generally not motivated to do much writing. Which is why the blog has suffered of late.
Oh, I’ve also got this little film thingy I’m working on, which sucks away three quarters of the rest of my time. Then there’s the occasional sleeping or eating, and well, you get the picture.
I’m tired folks, just plain tired. I need to take a break. Not a long one. But just one that doesn’t make me feel bad about taking a break from blogging. Every time I don’t post for a day or two, and I feel like I’ve let down the entire Western world. That is ego for ya.
So this time, I’m giving myself a leave of absence that will in theory be entirely guilt-free, like a ticket from Chuck E. Cheese that gives me unlimited Skee-ball attempts. That’s what I want to walk away with.
It’s probably just until Tuesday, because I do have a Fringecast to post, but then I’ll be heading out of town to see Emily for the wonderful and magical weekend O’ St. Patty’s.
Perhaps then I’ll have recentered my Zen and gotten some rest. Right now, there are too many things on my plate to give fair and equal treatment to all. So I’m taking a break. So can you, if we all agree to meet back here next week.
Pinky swear? Good. Have a great weekend.