Good old Oscar Wilde said “Work is the curse of the drinking class.”
Work seems to be the curse of the blogging class as well.
I keep thinking of things I want to write about here but I’m so fucking busy. That’s what I get for spending the last several weeks before the holidays mostly fucking off.
I’m not just busy — I’m busy on a whole bunch of tasks all at the same time. I’m task-switching so fast I don’t seem to be actually doing anything, and yet I’m spinning all day and can’t seem to carry on a conversation with anyone without dropping the thread.
I would not mind if I were doing work I liked, but right now it’s mostly housekeeping. Soon, I’ll get down to some tool development or some installation, test and configuration of new tools. For now I’m in the where the hell was I phase on everything I was doing two months ago that I’ve been ignoring.
So writing, and blogging, are back-burnered for a little while. Which frustrates me because I’d rather be writing.
Actually I’d rather be drinking, or fucking, but I can’t do either of those at my desk, at least not until later.