Life carries on quicker than I can keep up with. Blogging no longer seems to have that therapeutic feel to it. I'm sure it'll come back again. Unfortunately, I'm too much of a detail-oriented writer, so I want to document everything that transpires, and these days, there's too many details and too much content and not enough time. So then I don't blog. And then the next time I go to blog, I feel like I have to catch everyone up on not only what happened that day, but also what's happened since the last time I decided not to blog, and then that takes too much time so I decide against it again. It's a vicious cycle, really. Downright as ferocious as the wolf on the hipster shirt that I almost bought the other day...
Today, I will break the cycle. Today I will blog. Tomorrow is Monday. We have the day off because of Easter Break. Easter Break was a mixed bag. I'm not sure how I feel about mixed bags. I guess I, predictably so, feel mixed about them. Mixed bags aren't all good, but they're not all bad. Mixed bags are better than bad bags, but they're not as good as good bags. It could have been better. But it could have been worse. I guess you just gotta be happy for the good, and brush off the not-so good and hope it won't last. This is what we will do.
Easter itself was good. We went to Kathy's, which was good. We watched basketball all day and I got some loving from Rosco. I wish I had some deeper contributions to offer, or some witty remarks. I didn't used to think that I had to be witty. And then some people started saying they liked my wittiness and now I just have all this pressure to be witty when I was unaware that I was witty in the first place. And forced wit is not wit at all. Once again, vicious cycle. I have no wit. No words. No tears.
Well, I'm off to watch a movie. I should do homework. But I don't feel like it. I'll work on some at the church office tomorrow. Sianara.
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