Tales of a Neglected Blog

Oh... Hello, Blog. How have you been? No, no... Stop being silly! I haven't been avoiding you! I have not! I've just been busy. You know, hustle and bustle and the like. You called? Oh, my cell phone is just plain screwy. I barely even know how to work the thing. Check messages? You can do that on a cell phone? News to me. Just shut up for a minute so I can tell you how I've been!

I received a Myspace message today saying that I have fallen off the face of the planet. That's some dumb hyperbole, but there are some elements of truth in there. I did all but delete my Myspace account two or three weeks ago (although I did put a picture of Davy Crockett up and a sweet YouTube video, so it's not being completely avoided). I haven't "gone out" lately, if you will. Um... oh, I cancelled a show my band was supposed to play a few weeks ago and, more recently, I quit said band. I haven't answered my phone in seven days or so. I've been trying to avoid all things human in general come to think of it, so yeah, I sort of have been a little unsocial. The past two weeks have been some of the worst ever for me. It's to the point where I'm going to have to pull so hard on my boot straps that they might break, but if I don't manage I might wind up committed. The latter being something I've always romanticized, despite having an uncle who has been committed for decades and knowing how unpleasant that must be just from visiting him. Seems like a good excuse, though. "Hey, I'm fucking crazy over here! Leave me alone!"

Did I mention that I don't sleep anymore? Well, I do sometimes, but I've been having so much trouble sleeping that I've actually cried tears of sleeplessness. There's a reason I'm writing this at 4:00 in the morning. It's because I've been laying in bed for three hours unable to produce the tiniest of lowercase zs. What can I say, I've got a fuckload of anxiety. Sue me.

I made a tiny donation to the WFMU pledge drive last night. I'm pretty bummed that I couldn't afford to donate more, but I'm glad I actually went through with donating instead of last year when I didn't even bother. I was also bummed that my pledge didn't get acknowledged on the air, nor was my comment read, but the entertainment provided more than made up for it. Not to mention the fact that Mr. Tom Scharpling himself visited a messageboard I frequent and thanked us all for our donations and even apologized for chewing gum during the show, something I mentioned was annoying in a previous post, completely unaware that Tom would be reading it. He said he was chewing gum not out of Burt Reynolds-style arrogance, but in hopes of having minty fresh breath for all of the guests to enjoy. That I can understand.

So, I want to get back to writing some because, uh... Well, I've got some stuff I want to write. And while I know the crap I've written and wrote-en here certainly can't be considered "writing", it's practice. Hopefully I will bring this blog back better than ever (shouldn't be too hard) and I'll get ten hits a day or some shit. Stay tuned.

Or not.