Rut, mostly

Sometimes it blows my mind that I can go eight days without posting here. And I never realize how long it has been until I get my weekly email telling me that nobody reads my blog. Because, you know, there are like 8 of you. And someone from India who should say hi. Pretty much everyone else I can identify.

I don't mean to not write here. I don't. It's just, I feel whiny. I feel like there are a lot of positives in my life, but none of them are blog worthy. And when I really want to write here, it is to bitch about something or someone, but even that feels, just, I don't know.

I am in a rut. A big ol' rut. I feel small compared to some of the things going on around me...life changing things. Having babies, losing babies, getting married,. I am just a girl looking for a new job who works shitty hours and sleeps all day. I watch too much T.V. I drink beer. I make poor decisions, you know, the usual. It just seems...less funny. 

Gah. A rut. I love you guys. Don't leave me. I promise that I will do something spectacularly stupid and the creative juices will just start flowing. Or I will just come to terms with my rut and post pictures of my cat until it's over. 

On a possibly related note...I am reading Ayn Rand's The Fountainhead and plan to follow it up with Atlas Shrugged. I know very little about these books other than the philosophical implications. I don't necessarily agree with her ideals, but am curious. I also once read an Ann Coulter book...I seriously hope this does not end the same. Let's just say there were expletives. 

We all have a right to our opinion, it's what makes this country great. Luckily, that includes my right to disagree with it.

In conclusion...rut, Ayn Rand, and free speech for all. Yeah, mostly just rut.