stereotypical single woman

Friday is my day off. No class. No work. It’s the one day of the week I try to get stuff done around the apartment. I clean, run errands, do laundry, etc… You know, so that it at least looks like a reasonably well functioning adult lives here. But this month, thanks to NaBloPoMo, Fridays have slowly morphed into “sit on my ass and catch up on the week’s blog reading” day.

It’s completely my fault for letting it build up. But ever since I started work, and with finals looming over my head, there just aren’t enough hours in the day. And sure, I could just click the “mark all read button,” but I don’t want to. However I have literally been sitting in front of the computer since 9 this morning (okay, fine there may also have been some Qbeez playing for a little while as well.) My neck and shoulders hurt from being hunched over the laptop. And I’ve been so engrossed in playing around on the web that I didn’t even notice that 30 Minute Meals was on. I cannot stand Rachel Ray. I have been known to throw things at the TV when she’s on. But somehow that show finished without me turning the channel and calling her an overpaid attention whore. Friends, it takes a LOT for me to not notice that grating, nasal voice. You know you’ve been writing some good stuff for me to be able to ignore her.

I’ve really enjoyed this experiment. And honestly, I didn’t have a problem coming up with things to write about. I definitely had days where I didn’t have the time to write and had to resort to posting pictures, but the ideas for posts were always there. True, some were more coherent and funnier than others, but you can’t be funny and insightful every day. At least I can’t be. And if you can, well, I’m both in awe and insanely jealous.

I’m also tried to come out of my shell and comment on blogs this month. There are so many I read but never comment on. Not because the content is poor, or because I don’t like it, but because in reality I’m a very shy person. Sure, I can write about spanking my cat and bringing a vibrator to class, but that’s communicating with the face-less internet. Leaving a comment is much more personal. What if they don’t like me? What if the other people who comment don’t like me? But this month I bit the bullet and just went for it. Slowly, but surely I have become more vocal when away from the safety of my own blog. And what have I learned? There’s a lot of great people out there, they like getting comments as much as I do, and I’ve been a very big wimp.

It’s been lots of fun. I can’t wait to read and comment more on all of your blogs. But not tonight. I have laundry that’s been sitting clean, folded, and in a pile, since last Friday. I have leftovers in my refrigerator so old that I’m afraid of opening the containers. If I want to drink out of a clean coffee mug tomorrow morning the dishes have to be done. And someone has been patiently waiting for some attention all day.