I Thought I Would Have Nothing to Say

I started this blog two days ago, thinking "I'll never keep it up. I don't have anything to say on a monthly basis, let alone weekly or daily."

Open scene:

Bedroom, last night. Lights are out, two bodies asleep on the bed. As we close in on the woman, we realize she is not asleep. Her eyes are closed in a desperate attempt to fall asleep because she knows she'll be woken in a few hours by The Toddler and doesn't want to be even more sleep deprived than she has to be. Regardless, she's awake.

Cue voiceover:

"I'm addicted to commas. Jeez, rereading that last post made me realize it. Gah! I'm a comma abuser. Well, I guess I come by it honestly. Mom was an ellipsis abuser. I remember getting email from her that was 250 words and not a period, comma, colon, semicolon or exclamation point in sight. All ellipsis. Ellipses? Anyway. At least I'm not an exclamation point abuser. Hey, this is a post topic!"

Fade to Black.

I guess it's better than mentally gnawing at the other topics that have been keeping me awake. At least this one felt fresh and productive. There's only so many times you can think "SF? Boston? London? Austin?" before you want to lobotomize that section of brain.