Do you know how many blog posts I wrote on Friday?
Thirty nine, that’s how many. Thirty. Nine. 3-9. Thirty freaking nine blog posts, hanging on the wall.
So, yeah, I guess you could say I’m feeling a leetle bit burned out, and by that I mean, "Oh my holy God, if I even have to look at another Moveable Type/Typepad window I’m going to kill someone — or at least throw the laptop out of the window."
But I do have to. Because I’m busy. And also because, well, that’s my job, people. But my job involves writing a certain amount of posts every week, and in order to be able to fit in all of my other work around that, I’ve been having to try and write a whole bunch of those posts in advance, at the end of the week – hence the Friday of Thirty Nine Posts, which was followed by the Weekend of Lying on My Bed Like a Burned Out Rag Doll, and, of course, the fact that there have been no posts at this here blawg for quite some time now.
Yes, all of the above is my long-winded way of saying that, whoops! I haven’t had time to write anything. Or not here, anyway. Sorry. I must do better. First, though, I must go and lie on my bed like a rag doll again, and prepare for tomorrows blog-fest. It’s a long, long time until the weekend…*
* Actually, it’s five days, but, y’know…