It’s funny how we feel, okay I feel, like ifI write anything on our “big blog” it has to be long, or important, or highly interesting/entertaining and not just something saying:
Hey, we’re doing fine, James has had less work the last 24 hours and we’ve been playing on Twitter a bit, and/or spending time with him just laying about on the hotel bed; and I, personally, haven’t felt inspired to write…which makes me a little upset.
But really. We write a lot, and we feel like we should write everyday. Why? Because we’re afraid if we don’t, we’ll stop, and then be lost, and and and…it’s all irrational, I won’t bore you. It’s our (probably) irrational expectation (of each other).
So today we wrote here instead, as far as we know this blog gets far less traffic (plus people are less likely to pay attention because, you know…words, instead of vag shots, erotica, and kittens…), which makes it feel like a hidden corner.
Tomorrow James might find out about a new contract opportunity, again - the last one didn’t pan out so well. It’s a silly thing, we’re excited to go to dinner in a few minutes. It will be nice to have a hot meal for dinner.
A yummy chimi we ate on Sunday night.
Come on, admit it, you love food pictures only second (or third) to naked photos and kitten shots.