Confessions of the Witless

I haven't posted as frequently as I used to.  There are a multitude of reasons.  First and foremost, I've found myself witless.  As in without wit.  And while most of my readers probably don't think I am that funny, I do.  And that's all that matters.  As DG recently pointed out, us bloggers are by nature narcissists.  And recently I do not find myself funny.  Except I find myself quoting Jane Lynch as she appeared in my dream last night.  Don't ask.  Let's just say it involved Russian bombs that resulted in glowing green stuff, the Rocky Mountains, Disney World, a dead Queen, and Jane Lynch.  She told me that she was as serious as Down Syndrome.  I couldn't make this crap up.  Except it was a dream, so apparently I did.

I also find this blog in a weird transition.  The last few posts have been less humorous and more political.  I'm not sure if I want to continue to go that route.  Which leads to the next problem.  I'm still getting a decent number of readers, but I almost never get any feedback.  I have a Facebook convo with D in South Carolina, and a two hour phone call with my lawyer pal in Baltimore.  She's the only lawyer with a soul I know.  They gave good feedback.  What I'm convolutedly trying to say is that I need feedback to know which direction people want me to direct this blog.

And this is where the real confessions come in.  I'm still jobless, and feeling very blah about it.  And hubby did not get the job that has been dangled in front of him for the past four months.  So our future is currently non-existent.  Making me feel even blahier. And I've been at my inlaws for the past several days.  And I am going to claim that they stifle my creativity.  I have no evidence to back it up.  But it feels right.

On the plus-side, hubby had a wonderful time in Prague (and even brought me a bottle of absinthe.  And I giant bar of Toblerone.  He really loves me.) So head on over and check out his first post about his trip.  And we are still planning on dropping off a marriage application in DC tomorrow.

Hopefully in the near future, I'll be back to my usual witty self (at least to me).  Until then, bear with me.

What's the Point of This?

I've had this blog for a couple of weeks now, and I'm doing my first back to back posts now.  The only question I have so far is "why the hell am I doing this?"  I know all of my millions of readers are shocked by this, but theres a link from FertKiki's blog, which is the only one I'm aware of, this blog is unsearchable, and I (so far) haven't updated facebook or twitter to include it.  Thanks to horror stories about teachers and their out-of-school 'antics', I'm very paranoid about doing anything inappropriate that would reflect badly on ever getting a job after seven years of college (and now I want to watch Van Wilder...SEE WHAT YOU MADE ME DO?).

On one hand, if I keep my blog off the radar, you (aka my millions of readers) will be unable to do the one thing that makes your pathetic lives worth living (reading about mine).  However, if I try to put it ON the radar its just going to result my life being ruined, which would be a very good thing to blog about.

So, it all comes back to the question,

What's the point of this?