Reason #647 why I'm a posting slackass this week

You know it is a Monday when you are up so late that you are tip-toeing over the line into Tuesday but you don't care because you are writing a freaking brilliant (probably a Perfect Post-worthy) bit of cinematic commentary that is flying from your brain to your fingers to the screen in this whirlwind toward the internets. And then, because it is still Monday for a few precious minutes, the laptop freezes up every single word until, without any other choice, you are left to CTRL+ALT+DEL your post into the oblivion. Sigh.

And then, as the clock (well, the clock on the computer, which is stubbornly four minutes behind or eight minutes fast no matter how many times you reset it) slips into to Tuesday and you stare at the blank space where all that would surely earn you a seat in the balcony and a brief moment of thumbs up/thumbs down glory, you ponder rewriting. But somehow, on this side of Tuesday, just starting the week seems like enough, and so you pack it up, pack it in.

Now that Tuesday is slipping away, you wonder, "Am I really that lazy or exhausted or just irritated at the little man inside my laptop who cannot turn the crank on the load button fast enough in the wee hours of the night/morn that I leave my blog untouched on a Monday morning when my four readers are at their perkiest or at least most interested as a means to avoid the inevitable yawner of a conference call or crabby kid?"

Yes. The answer, I suppose, is yes. You are that lazy, exhausted and irritated. For the record, however, you did leave the laptop running (after the reboot that stole your literary wonder away) even after you closed it up and tucked yourself into bed on the slim-to-none chance you'd wake up inspired and energized even deeper into the wee hours and retype or retool or whatever it takes to post when you should be dreaming about sipping frothy cocktails on the beach or finding a pristine Coach purse on clearance at TJ Maxx (fingers crossed, the aubergine suede number that seems to have fallen off the earth and is circling the atmosphere in some irretrievable handbag haze) or Justin Timberlake encounters (preferably over frothy cocktails on a beach while carrying a bargain basement Coach purse).

But since you are lazy and exhausted and irritated, that, of course, doesn't ever happen and so your blog remains stagnant all of Monday and most of Tuesday, or at least until you can fill space with lame excuses and further laziness, exhaustion and irritation about how the whole thing fell apart because you never hit save and the laptop hates you.

So the movie review will wait. But the blogging will find a way to survive (power to the post!). The little man in the laptop...he is so fired.

Comments

[2Jmama]

glad to hear I'm not alone on the lazy, irritated, exhaust cycle...I was on day three of this bender before I kicked the funk. Glad you fired the little man....now hire a woman to get it done right! :)