Here's a list of the September blog posts that haven't made it here for one reason or another. I'm not sure if it's downright laziness or too much sex, drugs and rock-n-roll. Or if it's about being all blogged-out. Or if it's because of some existential malaise. Or if I can blame it all on the new-girlfriend, or lack of sleep, or generalized ennui, or — back to laziness. I don't think it's laziness, however, so that leaves everything else.
But I do have them. Written down, even.
Here are the titles:
—— What Jews do when they're happy
—— They suck petroleum d[u]ck
—— The good thing about Qaddafi
—— The sleep study
—— Upping meds / downing meds
—— That bummer happiness
—— my Kettler
The question is — does it matter if I write or don't write? Does anything change at all. How self-indulgent is self-expression, anyway? Oh. And is that last one bloggable or just worth fretting about while on the Kettler? And can I blame the Kettler for lack of writing? Is there anyone/thing available for a good blame? And then there's the old why-bother?
School started. That's really what September's all about. School plus everything else. Looking to get my sea legs back. But in the meantime,