This post is utterly uninspired.
Let me tell you what I’d rather be doing right now:
Better yet, eating fried chicken while getting a pedicure, followed up by a very lovely nap.
I’ve promised myself that if I can knock out at least one blog post today, I’ll give myself that nap.
“What about the fried chicken?” I argue back with myself.
“No fried chicken,” I firmly reply. “You’ll eat it and then just feel gross. You don’t really want it.”
“Yes, I do,” I say obstinately.
“No, you don’t,” I insist. “Look, do you want a nap or not?”
“Then you need to write a blog post.”
“If I write a blog post can I get a pedicure AND a nap?”
“Not today. Today, just a nap.”
“What if I write a REALLY GOOD blog post?”
“Nope. No pedicure. Just a nap.”
Crosses arms in front of chest, scowls at the wall. “Fine. I’ll write a blog post. But it’s not going to be good.”
Impatiently. “Just write the damn post.”
There you have it, folks. My inner dialogue…with myself. Or should I call it monologue, since it’s only me, talking(arguing) to(with) me?
And maybe that’s cause for concern, the fact that I can carry on entire arguments with myself…
You know what? I’m not gonna worry about that right now. This blog post is finished, and I’m off to score a nap.