Dramatic, Sure. But Boring? Yes!

This blog, my alluring mistress of Procrastination, seems incapable these days of drawing me into her bed. How long have we been together? Six months now, and this last month it was clear that we were drifting apart. I thought we had only hit a rough patch, that I was simply busy, that we would reunite in our time and on our own schedule. 

Now, I'm not so sure.

I'm only good at those things I find appealing; I tend to steer clear of all things that look like Work. I do not like Work. Ask my friends. I have, however, become gradually more and more talented at fooling myself over the years, to the point where I can squint really tight and pretend that a great deal of boring activities that I should do are really fun-bells-and-whistles. Then there are a myriad of minor details I must attend to that promise to reward eventually; these I can usually suffer with only a modicum of grumbling. And a few well-timed sighs. 

This blog looks more and more like Work everyday. I think it was a nice creative exercise, once, in the beginning, but now I really have to squeeeeeze that sponge to get any words on the page. At all. I don't know if you've noticed (you may have noticed) that I've been fudging a bit lately, posting some pictures and then something I wrote ages and ages ago and then some more pictures... that wasn't me being cute, that was me being pretty damn lame.

I think we're going to work on it; maybe we'll go to bloggers' counseling and see if we can patch things up. We won't put any pressure on it. We'll take it slow. I'll learn to be more patient and she can buy a new dress, or get out more with her blog friends, or go to the gym or something. Stop being so damn needy.

This is why you never marry the mistress.