What I'm Not Writing

I have no idea what to write about.  But I miss my blog.  I'd like to write a book review, but the book I thought I'd get Tuesday (based on the shipping speed of the last two) still isn't here.  I'd right about Ryan and I... but I feel like nothing new has happened there... I'd write about my sister being home, but you already knew that too.  Hmm...

I'd write about my plans for the next few days... but the truth is, I don't really want to unless it goes well. I'd rather save it for writing about after the fact. It'd be more interesting then, because now it'd just be speculation.

I could write about the Couch to 5K program... except I'm actually planning on doing that after today.  Sort of.

I could write about what my friends are doing. Because I talked to several of them on the phone today. But since I was just talking to them on the phone, and not hanging out with them in person, it would be sort of weird to tell you about them.  It would sort of be like gossip. Maybe. Hmm.

I could talk about my general plans for the future... but that would depress me. Because I don't know what the next step will be in any of them.  I'm frustrated and near tears and feel like a failure and...

Grrr.

Life.  Sometimes.

Yeah. So I guess this is the post that wasn't. Except it is. And the truth is, I love you all. Seriously. Thank you for existing and caring to read this.  You're awesome.