The first sledgehammer of the morning is about to swing (I am even now getting, 'Jesus, lady, get out of the kitchen' looks from my nice contractor), leaving me little time to relax with you beautiful people. Perhaps I will go to the Apple store and blog from there; I have a favorite spot, after all.
Anyways, it struck me—in a sort of pathetic way—that I rely on this here activity to lend a bit of structure to my day. Without it, I feel like I'm wearing two different black shoes and walking around with my shirt inside-out. I wasn't willing to admit it before, but it's now painfully clear: I am BlogDependent.
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