#118

In the last 118 days, I have not had anything profound to write about. I have not been funny, or serious, or thought provoking, or inspirational. I have not displayed even the tiniest bit of writing talent. In the last 118 days, this blog has been a joke. Which would explain why I have such a hard time getting on this stupid computer every night and posting something. So what do I do? I can keep writing this, well lets call it a journal. I could write about my day and all the mundane things that happen to me. I can get off my lazy ass and start writing something that I really want to write. Because how many stories do I have floating around in my head? What would it hurt to write, or try to write, a few of them? Or, I can just quit. This option is really seeming to be my favorite at this moment.