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ZOMG! Teh dramaz!
May 29, 2008 - Summer Wallace-Minger
Someone got up on the wrong side of the bench today.
I'm sick, I'm tired, I've got a stomach ache, I don't want to be here and I don't want to blog for five minutes, let alone fifteen.
I've come to the conclusion that Alex will continue to have me blog for the forseeable future. I'm a blogging fool, he says. He's more right than he knows. I'm a blogging idiot.
Anyway, I'm trying to look at these blogs as a writing exercise. Writing an essay in fifteen minutes. I know, Associated Press style says I should write "15," but what if I go with the Chicago manual for this blog? Will anyone notice? If they notice, will they care?
I'm a quivering mass of insecurities. I write these blogs, and I hate them. They're no good. Then I think maybe they're okay. I'm wishy-washy; I go back and forth. I look at it, and think "well, that's not so bad." Then its, "why do I suck so much?"
What use will it be to be a good essayist? Or a humorist? What am I doing with these blogs? I can prattle on and on, but is there a point? Will King Features call me up and ask me to be the "Backwoods Bombeck"? I wish they would; comparatively, they'd have to pay more, and I could sit at home all day, crafting humorous essay about my children in between bouts of self-loathing.
Can I go home yet?
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