I haven't posted a blog in a month. I keep thinking about it and now I feel obsessively guilty about it but I really can't come up with anything. And the more time that goes by the more pressure there is to come up with something spectacular or at least interesting enough to warrant all the non-bloggage. But no. I've got nothing.
Here's what I've been doing all the time: Running. I'm now running 6 days a week, 5k each time. I wish I had something even vaguely interesting to say about that but I don't. Maybe - and I'm not looking for an excuse here, but the thought did occur to me - just maybe all the exercise is dulling my thinking. Yeah, that's it. That sounds right. Perhaps as my butt gets smaller my IQ will also drop accordingly. Perhaps after months of this running malarky I shall be one of those mindlessly stupid women with a fabulous ass. Ah, what the hell. That actually doesn't sound too bad.
Then my blog will be all about shoes.
I'll call it, "What This Pretty Lady Thinks About Shoes".
And I'll update it every hour.
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