Phew!

This blogging thing is hard. Boy, I'm going to have to hire an assistant or something.  Or maybe I'm going to need to do something besides eat, work, shit.  I get a shower in there; I'm not a freakin' ape, ya know.  If I were an ape, this would be some miraculous shit right now, blogging.  Certainly, if an ape was able to blog, it would be fascinating.  If I woke up in the morning to find myself transformed into an ape, I'd be scared. Eventually, I'd feel pretty awesome and go to the store for a banana run.  I could work as a body guard or night club bouncer. I would then pay my way to through law school and represent animal actors.

There, I've finally got my five-year plan!

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I can't think of anything interesting to post.  This blog is running on fumes.  I guess that means that I'm running on fumes. It isn't for a lack of interesting things that I've done or seen, or smelt.  I guess it just means that I feel like I'm old news, tired, whatever.  Poor me.

I love all my current bloggies.  I do, however, miss having certain old blog friends come around.  It's the nature of the blogosphere, I suppose. I miss the golden years of this blog.  There was a time before: when I didn't have cancer, family members weren't dead, and I still looked young.  That time of blogging was rather fun for me.  I would do off the wall posts, show passion, or go on a rant.   That was a time of having crushes on pixelated expressions of other people and their ideas. I think I'm in it now for the companionship.  Blogging is just like a marriage when it gets old--do it twice a month and on holidays. 

I guess I'm just feeling a bit down at the moment.  I'll get over it.

Any of you have a "Grunt" moment from this blog that brings a smile to your face? I'd like to hear about it.