And here’s where things get bad:

So I haven’t blogged in, like, over a week.  And I feel bad about this.  I have excuses: 1) I haven’t really been home, and, 2) my at-home internet connection mysteriously disappeared.  But really, it all comes down to the fact that I have nothing to say.  Or blog, rather.

But I feel this urge to blog.  It’s like the internet’s a giant panopticon and I’m being watched and judged by the urgency and regularity of my blogs.  People snicker to themselves when they check my page and find it un-updated. “Oh, he’s just like all those other (would-be) bloggers out there.  He starts something, gives it a couple posts, and then gets distracted, or bored, and then doesn’t return.  He’s a poseur.”  And these people would probably be correct.

Except, and here’s the painful thing, these people don’t exist.  As far as I know, no one reads this blog.  The panopticon is just an illusion living and festering in my head.  It tells me (shouts, actually, from its circular peanut gallery) that I must blog.  It is a matter of life or internet death.  And no one wants to die, especially on the internet.

So be it.  I blogged.  I can breathe again.