Yay. Friday. Yay.

I must admit to having a bit of writer's block the past month or so. I still have bitchy, funny, snarky things in my head, but when I sit here with the text editor open, my mind goes blank. It's like I haven't had time, what with work taking all my time and breathing being such an effort with this awful polluted air.

But those are just excuses, right? Maybe I've lost It, and nobody will ever read my site again, and I'll end up being asked to quit the Austin Journalers, and will be cast out of my social group and people will talk about me for months afterwards: "Can you BELIEVE that he kept posting content, even when it was so obvious that his creativity wilted and died months before?"

Ahem. I really need to get a grip, don't I? I've been around the online journaling/bogging/whatever community long enough to know that this is a normal part of the process, and that I'll be okay soon enough. I just don't like it.

Of course, this isn't my only writing. I'm keeping a sex diary of sorts, but don't bother to ask to see it (as if you'd want to) it's very well hidden. But I'm writing there.

My hope is that the new server and all the new whiz-bang gadgets there will inspire me to make some changes.

Inspiration. Passion. That's what's missing here, isn't it? Maybe I can find a Muse to inspire me...

I can send you some naked pictures of me, if you want. I feel certain they will inspire you to the height of snarking brilliance.