I have been very busy lately, what with all the staring, sleeping, eating, not pooping, playing WoW and reading Dooce. I started reading the archives (began reading it in like late 2006, so I have a lot to read), and that’s all I’ve been doing for like 3 days.
Oh, and I’ve filled out so many job applications that my right hand and wrist stopped working. I was in so much pain I was contemplating sacrificing one of my few remaining pain killers. (I have to take a half of one each time I have a migraine, and I’m down to just a few.) I didn’t take one…just a lot of Advil.
If reading Dooce has taught me anything, it’s YE SHALL NOT BLOG ABOUT WORK. I’m going to take that as even to not blog about the possibility of getting a job, so I shall refrain.
It’s difficult to find something to blog about when I can’t talk about work, I can’t talk about the thing that might be happening, or about the other thing that might be happening.
So, I guess I can just blog about not being able to talk about anything. Or about how I can’t make anything chainmaille without my wrist hurting so badly I can’t move it. Or how much the Reds suck and how I want Dusty Baker to actually realize that batting Willy Tavaras in leadoff or allowing Alex Gonzales to still play shortstop while they are the 2nd and 3rd to last in being the most horrible baseball players in MLB WILL NOT MAKE THEM BETTER. Bench them or I will have to come to Cincinnatti and strangle you with my bare hands.
Either that or just do all movie reviews all the time.
