I haven’t written a new post in a while, and I’m going to chalk it up to the dog days of summer. It was hot, I was lazy, and I guess I haven’t had anything to complain about. Now, it’s fall (I know it’s technically not fall, but for me September equals fall), but I’m still lazy, and I still don’t have anything to complain about. I think I’m suffering from blogger’s block.
I could write a paragraph dedicated to autumn: changing leaves, football, sweaters, and the omnipotence of pumpkin-flavored things. But that would be trite.
I could write about my thoughts on the most recent episode of Breaking Bad, but it might be a spoiler.
I could write about the weird dream I had last night, but nobody would care.
I could write about how I just poured the remaining granola bar crumbs from the package directly into my mouth, but that would be gross.
For now, I’m out of ideas.