Verbal constipation

Since late summer I have been lagging in the bloggal realm. After posting every damn day for nearly seven months I lost my typing edge, my need to share with a random, mostly faceless, and really quite small, audience the inner workings and neuroses of me. Big whoop, and likely a healthy move in my evolution as a being I would say. I’m not really entirely sure why this happened. One aspect is that I have this fabulous man in my life, we’ll call him Tex, who I now share all the pointless details of my life -we do this late at night and first thing in the morning, so that usually means somewhere around 11 p.m. and 6ish a.m. After that who really wants to recap the random, crap-ass minutiae that is my life? Not me, apparently. Or so I thought. Lately I have found myself missing Caloden, wondering what is going on here, if anybody has been cultivating the need to express pitiful confessions to nobody in particular.

Tonight it came to a head when Loren was pouring out his heart, crying about the pressures of junior year; he had thrown his iPhone against the wall in the anger and the frustration of failing math and an inability to focus in his classes. Then  Cassidy told me she would rather don a plaid uniform than deal with her current school situation, all I could see was a grand exodus of tuition dollars exiting my already sparse bank account. But it was after Devon completely broke down at the site of a burger sitting on his dinner plate, the thought of actually having to chew it and swallow it down his tender throat that I realized I needed to get it all out. In a place where nobody would give me advice, tell me what is best for us all or judge -all good side benefits of a low read blog. So here I am. Back and ready to whine.