I don't have a lack of material or inspiration. Every single day, my kid provides hours of humor and bullshit for me to throw a blog post around about. But for some reason, I am not even slightly interested in talking about it.
I am bored with myself. I am bored inside my own head. I am bored with talking about my kid, my self, my life. I am feeling like everything I put down is miserable and boring. It's actually pretty hard to keep the bitching fun.
I am on strike.
I am also hoping that once I give myself permission to not put up a new post if I don't feel like it that this "block" will go away. Ehhhh...Shit.
However, there is always "Icanhascheezberger" to make me want to die: