I swear I’ve been staring at this screen for an hour. Here’s the thing: I know my life’s pretty much sunshine and bunnies, and I don’t have any serious problems, but that makes for boring writing. Stories need conflict, and crappy situations make for better blogging – but only if you can make them funny.
So I’ve been stressed out lately, but it’s not that serious, and I can’t make it funny. I can’t vent to my husband, because he’ll take it too seriously and stress himself out trying to solve my problems when all I want is someone to listen. Don’t want to vent here, because y’all will (quite rightly) say “gyaaaah! ya want some cheese with that whine?” and take me off your blogrolls.
Song du jour of the day: Dancing With Myself, by Billy Idol.