I wanted to post yesterday but when I got home from work, someone stabbed me in the eye. At least that's what it felt like. Thank God for Excedrin. I popped two of those puppies, iced my head, and felt almost normal for the rest of the evening.
I've been in Blogger Purgatory for a couple of weeks, paying for trying to be clever when other bloggers are much (MUCH) more clever and I am here telling you poor souls about how I got a headache last night. Perhaps you'd like to know what I had for lunch? A chicken sandwich. HOW COULD IT GET MORE INTERESTING?
I have no focus. And I've been reading this other blog called That's What She Said, and not only is the blogger much more clever and entertaining, I am 100% certain she is hot. Which, hello? Writers are not allowed to be hot. Clever and hot do not go together. It's not allowed, dude. I can only hope it's an ugly clever guy pretending to be a hot chick. Anyway, I really enjoy her blog. She's single and dating and talks about how awful dating is and how her old dog farts and how she pretended to be a lesbian for free plane tickets (it's a long story but now aren't you intrigued?). So I tried to check her blog yesterday and it asked me to log in. "WTF?" I thought. And try as I might, I could not access her blog. I was told by Blogger that I had not been invited to read her blog. I was sad. How will I ever find out about Wednesday night's date?! I wondered. I considered commenting on her friend Single Grrrl's blog to see if she'd tell me why her friend decided to privatize her blog and could I be invited to read, but decided that was a little too desperate.
Then today I tried again. SUCCESS! Wednesday's date was a flop. She compared it to lame oral sex. Such a fantastic comparison!!
So it was a small victory today, but greatly overshadowed by news of another blogger's actual death last night. A young mother, Monica, battled cancer that spread throughout her entire body and at the end it very quickly took her life. It is so disheartening. I'd spoken to God about her and said, "If ever there were a time for a miracle, isn't this it?" I imagined Monica awakening one morning and feeling terrific. She'd go to the doctor and, baffled, they would conduct tests, only to discover there was no trace of the cancer.
Now her husband is updating her blog, and saying he's not sure how to tell their young son, who still doesn't know his mom is gone.
I believe everything happens for a reason, but when things like this occur, it's very difficult to understand.
So I'm trying to blog with purpose, instead of telling you about headaches and chicken sandwiches, although it could be argued that reading about such things might be a welcome escape from, say, filling in spreadsheets at one's job. Here's to focusing, even if it's only on surviving the week.