Writer's Block

I've got the worst case of writer's block. I can't find anything interesting to discuss. This hurts me. Usually, I can find something interesting/random about my day to share (or overshare, yeah, I know). There have been very few of these moments as of late. I was such a rabid little blogger, and now I've got nothing.

So, here's the thoughts going on in my head. Maybe one will lead to something of some import, worth discussing. Unlikely.

- Got an email from R. At first, I couldn't figure out why he was writing. Then, I noticed that I had emailed him first. Nice memory, girl. Also, I wonder about his endearing terminology as it relates to me. If I were his wife, I'd probably stab him in the throat. But considering my weird relationship, who knows?

- J. was cranky at work this morning, then not in the afternoon. I hope it wasn't about me.

- Work husband has finally accepted that I write about him often. I think that now he loves knowing that when I do, I get way more hits on this site than any other topic I share. Which probably says more about his awesomeness than my lack thereof. He felt even better when I reported that I do not refer to him by name or discuss the details of his life. Any port in a storm, I figure.

- I would seriously pay (in an installment contract; I'm quite broke at the moment) someone to come clean this rathole. I used to be so tidy! Just ask my college roommate, the one I locked out of our apartment because she had the audacity to walk through grass and not on the sidewalk, thereby getting the dreaded Alabama Red Mud on her boots, which took me at least an hour to clean off our carpet. Said rudeness (my locking her out, not her walking) was made much worse by the fact that she was accompanied by her boyfriend at the time. And no, I never apologized to her for that.

- I'm kinda lonely right now.

- My hair looked FANTASTIC today, and I can't figure out why, but even work husband read me the glories of my tresses. He definitely gets bonus points for that.