Procrastination

So, procrastination is nice.

Funny how the second day of my newly focused commitment to bloggery excellence I choose to procrastinate writing until 11:45.

Interesting day, I am hoping that through the act of recording my thoughts some semblance of a theme arises that I will be able to focus on throughout the blog. Well, what I mean is a focus beyond the core focus of reminding you that you love me and that you are doing the right thing by doing so.

Should I be serious? Should I be witty? Do I have the capability to be witty? These are the questions that plague me. I bet half the battle in this whole blogging world is considering yourself intelligent or interesting enough for others to want to know more about you. Being of slightly above average intelligence, I hope that my meager intonations and attempts at engaging anecdotes will serve until my muse gives me inspiration. What's more, I consider myself incredibly interesting, the crux of the situation being that I am so jealously guarded about my interests and ideas that I would rarely lower myself to exposing them to the scrutiny of others. Doesn't exactly lend itself to a self-published record shipped off into the variable unknown of the internet.

And just like that, I've written something. Was it clever? *shrug* Was it arrogant? A little. Was it good? More therapeutic than anything else. Not a bad conclusion.

I love you. I will write to you tomorrow.

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