Has the real world afflicted your Bloggerness? I myself have a raging case of BARF, aka Blogger Afflicted by Realworld Facts. My blogger equilibrium has been ruined for months now, and I’m so sorry. It really sucks to have to try to get a blogger groove going again after all my previous BARFing around earlier this fiscal year.
Bloody hell, it’s like three steps forward three miles back, have you noticed? And it’s all the fault of those greedy gas executives. Okay, maybe I can’t claim a direct line between my inability to post with the price of gasoline, but it does explain my obsession with attempting to level my transportation spending by genetically manipulating old Hank over there.
Not that I have the time to feed self and horsecraft anymore, or the money. I for one find it exceedingly exorbitant to house body, soul and Hank/horse-hybrid in a Left Coast locale. Why, life has become downright untenable out here Cal-lee-for-niy-aye Way.
That’s why I plan to freeze myself and Hank-horse over there, here and now, in the prime of life (for me anyway – Hank’s another story). Imagine the wonder when we awake un-aged, woman and centaur, in a kinder, more evolved future. What do you think? Want to make it a group date?
I’ll try to keep posting more before my date with The Big Freeze (just in time for the holidays!). Because BARF must be conquered one post at a time.
Reality gets far too much credit for its suspect arrangement of facts.