It occurred to me recently, as I was reading some other blogs, articles, etc. that if you really want to have something to write about you need to do something.  I mean, nobody wants to read a blog post about nothing, right?  There has to be some kind of initiating action to generate the content.  There has to be some kind of logical flow, some kind of arc to maintain your readers attention…right?  I mean, it probably shouldn’t be a pile of predictable rubbish because it’s not a mainstream movie.  It shouldn’t be some highbrow concept work because nobody pulled out their smart phone on the shitter expecting to read T.S. Eliot’s Notes Towards the Definition of Culture.  

My sudden concern may stem from the realization that my list of activities has largely been shortened to eat, sleep, work, and watch baby.  There are about 1.5 hours where I try to sandwich in socialization, entertainment and fix life but that almost seems ludicrous if I devote 30 minutes to each.  Instead, I like to spend that 90 minutes trapped in a semi-paralyzed state of zero utilization where I’m incapable of relaxing but also incapable of accomplishing anything.  I can’t fully enjoy anything because it would be a betrayal to the things I’m supposed to be doing.  When I choose to do the responsible stuff then I just become irritable at the fact that I’m really robbing myself of the only free time I have left.  I’m freaking holding myself hostage!!!

De-motivational speech over! Everybody at home, remember, to freak right the fuck out is human!