I knew that my faithful little run of daily entries wasn't going to last very long. I suppose that missing one day isn't so bad (especially since I don't have anything interesting to report!) but, well, you know. I was actually beginning to impress myself.
In my own defense, I spent what would normally have been my blog time trying to plan my future.
I'm a little bit OCD when it comes to making lists. Whenever I'm feeling particularly lost, I grab a pen, paper, and start listing things. I actually have a little book that contains nothing but lists. Lists of things to do. Lists of books to read. Lists of movies to rent. Nothing in this world gives me more pleasure than checking something off. It gives me an incredible sense of accomplishment. Sometimes I even add things to my list that I've already done, just so I can cross them off! (Crazy, I know.) Fifty years from now, you will find me sitting on a park bench, covered in birds, reciting the yellow pages.
I should surf some mental health websites. Compulsive list-making HAS to be an early warning sign of a dissociative disorder.
Anyway, I spent yesterday afternoon going over my finances and brainstorming ways to accomplish goals, make more money, etc. I made lots and lots of lists, then got a phone call from brother. I guess my love for pizza and movies is stronger than my little psychoses.
That's just my really long way of saying that I blew off my blog. Oh well. :)
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