I’ve been slacking. I admit it. I need to get back into the habit of writing. Many an evening I’ve sat down to throw some drivel at the world only to find Netflix streaming across my screen. How does that happen? Maybe it’s because I don’t have much to write about. My life is pretty routine. I’m waiting to hear if I got accepted to grad school. I drive people around. I stare at the computer but words elude me. They call it writer’s block. In my case it seems more like writer’s quicksand. I try to throw a few things at the cursor but they just sink into the eternal white. Those wretched ones and zeros, taunting me with their blinking eye. Oh well, I got something out there today. I guess it’s better to be bored than stressed.