Self: Dude, did you forget you have a blog?
Me: Meh. I’ll blog tomorrow. Or the next day. Maybe. It’s not like I have much to say anyways.
Self: Also, remember all those friends whose blogs you like to read?
Me: Well, yeah. I guess I should leave a comment or two. Maybe tomorrow? After I go feed the ducks?
Self: You’re such a flake.
Me: Oh shut up.
Self: Flake!
Me: Lalalalalalalalalalalalalalala. I can’t hear youuuuuuuuuuuuuuu.
aw, I totally understand though, sometimes it’s nice to just be a flake!!
Can I feed the ducks with you? I skipped both of my book clubs this week. I have probably a dozen reviews to write. Instead I go rake leaves. That is how inspired I am. Flake, flake, flake.
I was wondering where you were!!!
I’ve missed your blog, but it sounds like you need a break. Enjoy it!
I wondered where you were…. bet the ducks are happy
Ha ha! I have this conversation with myself every day… except it generally ends with me telling myself that if I’m not going to write something fun, then I should at least work on my dissertation. And then I curl up into a ball and cry. But it’s almost done and then I hope to return to blogging full-force. Until then, it’s all tears and once monthly posts…
LOL Nice, flaky post.
Yep.
The boat’s on the water. It’s boating season!
Mine goes something like, “Hey, aren’t you going to go work out today?”
*silence*
“Remember you promised yourself you would ride at least 15 miles on your bike and the weather is perfect for it!”
*crickets*
Why does that give me a feeling of deja-vu? Yikes! Have I been ignoring the blog and the masses too?? Lalalalalala
My self conversations usually involve house work. I often blog to avoid house work, because then “I’m still being productive!”
I’ve been having similar conversations. Something about the time of year is just not conducive to blogging.
Story of my life since coming to New York. A one-hour commute each way really cuts into blogging time, and then blogging time starts cutting into sleeping time, and that I cannot have.