Here I am, just two days until the end of NaBloPoMo, struggling with my first bout of blogger’s block. 

I have started this particular post no less than six times. I am highly distractable and every time I have a great idea my dog starts sprinting through the living room. Because she was born 100% deaf, I have to throw things at her just to get her attention.

I have nothing left within arms reach except for my laptop so I can’t guarantee that this post will be published, or any posts thereafter (Santa cannot afford a new computer this year).

Now, picture me examining my non-existent split ends for exactly 6 minutes and 43 seconds.

The thought of breaking the computer caused me to go into an anxiety induced trance.  I think my therapist would call it escapism and I have to say I’m getting pretty good at it.

Surely, she will agree, that moving from binge eating and drunken debauchery to pulling my hair out is some kind of breakthrough.

 

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