Back Log

I wrote a handful of blogs and never published them. Today I managed to do so. I wrote them in the last 60 days. I know. It’s bad. I have a hard time going home and having the energy or attention span to turn on my computer and post. I’ve been writing, juts not blogging. After sitting at a desk in front of a computer for 6 hours a day, the last thing I’m interested in, is sitting in front of a computer at home.
Yesterday had some miniscule minor event happen. I went to Superstore to go grocery shopping and en route about a block maybe a block and a half, at 3:00pm, and a very large jack rabbit jumped out in front of me. I obviously went out of my way to not hit it, but it came towards me and I had to swerve even more. The last thing I want to do is hit a rabbit in the year of the rabbit. That has to be unlucky. I also almost ran over a magpie. That can’t be good either. Killing things unnecessarily is bad karma. I can’t even kill a spider. I can imagine how racked with guilt I would be if I ran over something I think is cute.
Not to mention I need to stop with the vampire stuff because in my half sleep state I managed to sleep walk about vampires to the point where I said “I rescind my invitation to all of you”. I didn’t remember until this morning which was entertaining. I do some funny stuff in my sleep. It was more like I woke up with the door closed at 4 in the morning and then realized that it wasn’t just in my dreams but something I actually did. I don’t think I would ever rescind my invitation to Eric Northman, unless he had every intention of killing me.
I didn’t reread my previous unpublished posts, but I’m almost certain they’re overly philosophical.