The Awkward Moment When You Realize You Only Speak in Status Updates

Julia Dudek Author of Pieces: My Firs... Where's Freud When You Need Him?

The Awkward Moment When You Realize You Only Speak in Status Updates

I think I may have an addictive personality.

When I started the Facebook all I did was walk around thinking of what my status update would be. However, I never posted them. Maybe one or two when I was feeling squirrely but not often, and I'm sure people are appreciative for that.

Nobody wants to hear, "crust in eye, paramount in the optical mind's eye" yeah I would think of some existential shit like that. I'm totally lying right now it was more like…"why does my cat lick my face all the time, how dirty does she think I am?"

Yes, more like it.

Now that I've overcome my voracious appetite for Facebook status' I've now graduated to thinking merely in terms of Blog posts.

I try to do blog posts M-F, weekends off mainly because I shut off my brain most of the time, may be the reason I've not written anything in a while.

Today is Monday, I'm a little under the weather having spent yesterday with some of the cutest kids in the world a.k.a. adorable cesspools of germs, causing me to wake up this morning feeling like death kicked me in the head while I slumbered. I've spent the better part of this morning trying to think of a witty, entertaining, wow-inducing blog post I've come up completely empty handed. Should I not post at all? Come on, what's the fun in that I have to share this insanity with all of you!

I still don't know what the hell this is about. I should call this one "word vomit from the deep recesses of the fevered mind–literally."

I don't think anyone would read that, well I would can't lie about that.

I will spare you all now from my sickly hazed ramblings and bid adieu. I think I need a nap.

Oh I forgot to ask my question of the day.

Have you ever written anything you've birthed from a fevered (or healthy) dream?