Blogging & Getting Fixed

Sitting down to write this blog entry, I was hesitant as it often times takes longer than two hours for me to get my thoughts out. Without fail, I sit down with my MacBook and a beverage of some kind — this time root beer, if you must know — and hesitate for an hour, contemplating if I should start blogging. Sometimes, I will sit here and try to start writing and nothing comes out for a long time. Most of the time, I feel like the words coming out are closer to actual shit than figurative. I’ve yet to find a good way to remedy this.

In an effort to make this process flow better, I only blog on my MacBook. Since 2008, my MacBook has been helping me blog. (I promise it happened, I did blog before 2010, you just will never see the shit that came out of me. It’s all gone, all of it.) I find it easier to concentrate when I’m able to sit on a couch or bed, lean back and put my feet up. Maybe my brain is just tricking me to think this is true and, even if it is, I believe it to be so.

The main reason why I was hesitant to start this entry today is that I need to scoop the cat’s litter at 8PM. Why 8PM? Simply because that is the time I’ve set for the alarm that reminds me to do it. There is no reason why it needs to be done at 8, other than I’ve fallen into a routine of doing it at that time so I don’t want to break the routine. I could, theoretically, do it early but the alarm will go off anyway. If I delete the alarm, I probably won’t remember to make a new one. (With this, I would like to state that I have been successful in my endeavors to get fixed. The cat’s box has been cleaned every day.)

I need to make a new goal for this week. I didn’t put much thought into what I was going to make my goal this week, other than that it needed to be something that was useful to helping me be better. I should probably start composing a list of reasons why I suck but, as I didn’t do that, I am just going to settle with doing the dishes every night. (In addition to scooping Bella’s poop every night, otherwise what the hell was the point?)

This week I, of course, will put more thought into why I suck. I’m looking forward to it.

36 minutes, by the way, is how long this entry took to write. Not bad.

Stephen Battey

Stephen is a 25 year old amateur photographer, blogger, and husband from Tacoma, Washington. He shares a cute ass house with his husband, cat, and two dogs. He generally hates all weather patterns.

Tacoma, WA