since I have written on the blog. Maybe a little over a week, but that is forever in this thing they call the blogosphere. There is no real reason for it either. I have not been too busy, or tired or running around taking care of things. Hell, I haven’t even been traveling (I haven’t been to Prague since the end of December), which is ironic considering the title of this blog.
So why haven’t I been writing? Like I said, I don’t know. Maybe it is because I have been feeling overwhelmed by too much time on my hands lately. Or maybe it’s because I have not been able to really wake up during the day. Seriously, I wake up at like noon and feel tired. Then I am up late and sleep again til noon or later. Now this sounds grand and all (and would be if I were a teenager), but it really isn’t. I find that my energy has been sapped and all I want to do is stay in bed and sleep.
This could be depression, but I don’t really think so. I know depression (have been struggling with it for a lot of my life) and this doesn’t feel that way. Of course, you never really feel depression until you are deep in its throes, but I still don’t think my current situation qualifies. I am not overly sad or moody (okay, sometimes I get really angry at the people that stand in front of the stairs when I need to go up them and there are plenty of other places for them to stand–but that is something that has always pissed me off. It is not a new development) lately, and the standard thoughts of the worthlessness of life and what’s the point of it all kind of things have not been present. I dunno, and it kind of bothers me.
And it is not like I don’t have plenty to write about. The US has a new president. New episodes of Battle Star Galactica have started (and they suck so bad, I could probably write for a year about how much I dislike that show–always have–why I dislike it and how I cannot seem to stop watching it), a new season of Flight of the Conchords, a high school basketball coach not sorry for his team’s 100-0 win over a smaller school’s squad, the Sharks victory over the Red Wings in an amazing game for both teams. So much else.
The point is that I have plenty to write about, but I just don’t really feel like it at the moment. I know that is a lame excuse for not writing, especially when the actual act of writing does make me feel a little bit better. It’s cathartic for me (as I imagine it is for most writers) even when I am talkning about nonsense as I am now (or maybe it’s especially cathartic when I am writing nonsense and not having to concentrate/deal with the crappy and yet hope filled world we live in).
Oh well, whatever has kept me from posting regulary I intend to combat it by trying to put one post up at least every other day. I cannot (and will not) promis anything, but I am going to try. It is too easy to fall out of the writing groove, and if I continue not to write it will just be that much harder to sit down and write when I finally have something real to say.
That is all for now. Have a great time until the next post. Hopefully it will not be too long of a wait.