Mestee Blogger

Mestee,

My mother, MesteeOnenightstand, told me that someday I might find you. I never believed her until almost a year ago when I found your blog. I know I'll never meet you, for you are a famous blogger. But I'm happy just to read about you online. When I'm sad, I like to pretend that you're writing only to me. I know this can't be true, but I like to pretend, because it makes living in this Munich ghetto much easier. Recently, though, it's been harder to make believe, because you don't write as much. Please, Mestee, keep writing.
MesteeLovechild

For a proposterous comment, it has a surprising amount of sincerity to it. Sort of creepy, really. Don't ever speak to me again, MesteeLovechild.

There are a few reasons that I've been blogging less lately. One is that I cannot access the site at work, and when I'm not getting paid to blog, it's less appealing. I'm in it for the money. Also, I've been busy working and not doing too much else -- but it's the too much else that usually generates my material, so I've been lacking in that department. Since I've stopped writing as often, I feel like people have stopped checking in quite as often, which has made me feel less compelled to continue providing a steady stream of material. It's all very Catch 22.

Now, I have to go to bed so I'm not doing head-nods during training tomorrow, which brings me to the final excuse for not writing as often: I haven't found a regular time during my schedule for blogging. Okay, I'm out. Enjoy your Thursday.
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