i'm having somewhat of an online identity crisis, mixed with writer's block.
this is bad news bears for my blog, i think.
it's not that i have nothing to write about, it's just that yesterday i stumbled across this website where you can read through hundreds of descriptions of other peoples' blogs and they were all so funny and intelligent and aesthetically nice and get upwards of 150,000 hits per day... and i suddenly felt like the hunchback of notre dame at a beauty pagent, with my silly little stories and eighty-seven hits per day and improper use [or, non-use, really] of capitalization.
nevertheless, i ditched that site and came back here to write about how on tuesday me & becky followed a strange man around downtown because for some reason or another he insisted that he knew where we were going and we didn't (which turned out to be true). and i wrote. erased. wrote. deleted. wrote. published. scrapped it.
maybe it's just that my toes are starting to regain feeling in their crushed nerve endings, and the pain is acting as a brick wall between my brain and my fingers. it could very well be that the dishes piling up the sink are distracting me, and as soon as i take care of them i'll be back.
but it actually probably has more to do with the fact that my friend, lois, died this week [i don't like the term "passed away" because it sounds like sugarcoating; she's dead, and that's that, really], and even though i knew it was coming and all that, it still is sad to think about and doesn't really lend itself to writing well about something else, something not related to lois dying.
so anyways, i'll probably write again this weekend, but for today all i'm going to do is whine and make empty threats to barclay about deleting this thing altogether.