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It’s been like six days since I last published a blog post. UGH. See, this is what I meant about being absolutely terrible about journaling and blogging and stuff. Basically, I have commitment issues.


I figure I need to post something here even if only to prove to myself that I actually can be dedicated to something. Now, what to write about? I’ve no wisdom to impart, no adventures yet to share.

I signed up for Blogging for Books recently, and I just got my first book to review in the mail today. It’s called My Life in Middlemarch by Rebecca Mead. One day┬áI will write a review of it on this here blog, but today is not that day.

Recently I’ve been dreading going to bed at night. There are a few reasons for this: 1) because sleep feels like a waste of time; 2) because trying to actually fall asleep is a chore; and 3) because while I am always entertaining my brain in some way and am consequently always tired, I never feel like I’ve actually done anything with my days. That probably doesn’t make sense. Let me elaborate.

I’ve always had trouble sleeping, now that I think about it. But once in a while, a night or two will come along when I collapse on my bed and fall right to sleep, exhausted from the day’s happenings. I think the reason I can sleep on those nights is because I feel like I’ve actually done something, whereas now, I mostly spend my days on the Interwebs, on my iPhone, or on the couch binging on Netflix. (Man, I’m pathetic.)

I guess what I really want is something to do that requires me to actually move around during the day. My new job will not be any help with this, as it will require me to spend hours on the Internet, which is why I’m going to make a schedule for myself of things to do other than be in front of a screen for most of my day. Yes, this is what I must do, and I promise, dear blogosphere, to do it.

I’ve rambled long enough. Are you bored yet? Sorry. I’ll post something real soon. And by that I mean I will post a real thing soon, not really soon, because who knows when I’ll blog next. Sorry again.