A Productive Week Makes Blogging Very Difficult

The blog has been hodge-podge as hell this week if you haven't noticed, because your boy actually has plans to fill the hours in the day.

I'm used to finishing up work, passing out on the train, getting home and literally having 8 hours to myself. Straight chill time where, without a girlfriend, I do whatever the fuck I want. A raw display of DVR domination, online video games, and perusing the internet to make like 3 or 4 people laugh at work the next day. It was an honest living that I was ready to commit to forever, because let's face it, I'm un-dateable. Then this week arrived and I actually had shit to do. Blew my mind.

As you can see, I have no contingency plan. Working Man's Diary is alternative free and if I'm not completely afloat the blog gets weird. In the past when this happened and I knew I didn't have a legitimate readership, I just wouldn't post and sleep like a baby with no regrets. Now that people care about this trashbag blog, I have to MacGuyver blogs together and make sure you can get 1/2 a laugh out of there because I know work sucks without a weird social commentary on something you don't care about.

On a real note: this "productive week" just means I went to a concert Monday and am going to one tonight. Tuesday I watched so much TV it'd make your head spin and made an ass-groove in the couch that your Grandpa would scoff at. I'm just allowing myself to be lazy to the point of worthless.