So much has changed but, strangely, it feels like so little has actually happened. Or, should I say, it feels like I haven't done much of anything. Coincidentally, that's the topic of the post
(*gasp* Matt, you're so smart tying in a theme throughout your post!)
Doing nothing this summer has contributed to my overall desire to do...well, nothing. Including writing on this blog. Sure I went to Boston and met great people. Yes, I did go to Pittsburgh last weekend. Of course I did lose my best friend a few days ago. Even with all that I still feel like I have nothing to write.
Or nothing to write that's important, entertaining, informative; you know, all the things I want this blog to maybe be.
It's writer's block, methinks.
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| It also is an excuse to incorporate my favorite comic strip to the post. |
All my grandiose, far-fetched dreams of what this blog could be have come crashing down around me; over the span of just a few weeks. I feel stuck in a rut. A 40 hour a week rut that is a dead-end internship which is challenging me only in how long I can stay awake. It's sucking everything out of me and, now, whenever I'm home or have free time, I just want to lay around, sleep, and generally do nothing.
Least of all write and be all intelligent.
In fact, I don't feel like doing that now even. Well played, writer's block, well played indeed.
