Showing posts with label addiction. Show all posts
Showing posts with label addiction. Show all posts

Thursday, April 15, 2010

Blogging?

Is anyone still blogging (who doesn't make money doing it)? I wouldn't know because I've been out of the blogging world for quite some time now. Sometimes, like today, I miss it and think I should get back into it, but I'm not sure how. What I miss the most is the writing, and having my kids excited to read my posts everyday, and finding new and amazing people to read about, and gawking at amazing crafts that get me all obsessed and cause me to spend way too much money at craft and fabric stores. Well I know my husband doesn't miss that part. What do I not miss about it? Not much really except for the time it takes to keep it all going. And the fact that I feel a good blog post needs a picture or two and I can't for the life of me find my camera. I think it's in my office. Have you ever seen the inside of my office? Not many people have. It's where I hide all my filthy little secrets of sloth and pack rattiness. My husband has a desk in there somewhere that he has been able to sit at maybe 5 times... which is the exact number of times I've been able to vacuum its floor.

.
Why don't I just clean the office so I can find my camera? I'll tell you why. It's because the black hole of my life is in that room. The swirling vortex of addiction that robs me of all will power, caused me to gain much weight, and daily makes me ashamed of myself, is in that very room. The internet, curse it's conveniently entertaining soul, is in that room. If I turn it off and lock the door from the inside and send the key to work with my husband then I'm ok, but then I can't blog or clean in that room. If I leave it open so I can clean and blog... well, I end up watching much dumbness online.
.
Curse that evil Hulu and Netflix!!!!!
.
Do any of you know of a good internet timer. Something that will limit the amount of time I can spend online? Seriously.