Sick

I'm sick. I mean sick with a cold, or something of similar proportions. I don't think this is bad enough to be the flu. Regardless, it doesn't really matter. The point is that right now, I'm sitting here, sniffling, about to sneeze, and reaching over for the roll of toilet paper on the heater (because yes, I really am too lazy to invest in some tissues). That was probably more information than anybody cares to know.

Whatever. I don't have much to say, and my head is a bit stuffy. So I guess that in reality, I'm just filling space right now. Which partially makes me wonder why I still bother writing here every day, especially on days when I really have nothing worthwhile to write. But I guess it at least makes me sit down and think for a couple of minutes, if nothing more.

And then again, out of the over one hundred posts that I have written, I can honestly say that there are at least five that I am proud of. If I hadn't made myself write every single day, maybe there wouldn't be that many. Alright...so that's probably not true. It's just a matter of the fact being that if I didn't write every single day, I would probably never get around to writing here at all, and this would fail as miserably as have most of my attempts at writing. So at least for now, I'll keep doing this, at least until I figure out a better system, bear with me please.