Meeting myself.

I was just perusing my Pinterest boards outside myself. My thoughts:

- This chick's kinda all over the place. She seems like a mom one second and then the next I'd swear she's not old enough to even understand HOW to have kids. Babies having babies so to speak.

- There are also hints that she's formally educated, and then I see Atari coasters....

- And does she really want to live in a house that looks like one Mr. Magorium built?

- She must live in her head most of the time, this one.

- I'd hate to see her dropped in the middle of a fashion show.

- She seems to have lead a really interesting life thus far. I mean, how else could she be this weird? It's kind of impressive.

- We should be friends.

Lacking substance.

I've had many blog ideas hopping around in my head.

I really want to blog.

But I can't.

Well, obviously I can. I'm doing this now.

What I mean is that I can't blog anything that takes longer than a few minutes to write.

You see, here at my grandma's house, I'm having to use my little brother's quite old laptop. The battery on it lasts about an hour. When it's plugged in, it has to be sitting on a flat, stable surface.

While running on battery power, I can get in a cozy spot, curl my legs underneath me, and get in my favorite blogging posture. While it's plugged in, I have to sit at the kitchen table, in a straight chair, feeling completely uninspired.

Also, I can't sit at the kitchen table in the middle of the night, which happens to be my blogging hour of choice.

So until I can learn to write something of substance in under an hour, as long as I'm here hanging out with my recuperating grandmother, I don't see myself blogging anything but this.

Sad days are upon us. Us meaning me.