Bah.

Know how I said this week would be worse? Great news, everybody! I was right. But...let's talk about something else.

The internet is empty, and I feel that I must fill it. To that end, today I will write a post. A real post, a full-length, possibly even coherent post. I will. I will do this. You can do this, Ragazza. You got this.

Okay, pep talk over. Now I just need to find a topic that I can coherently write about for long enough to call it a real post. A real, coherent post. Topics, topics, topics...things I can write about and make sense...things I can write about for a longish time, and make sense...are they any of those? Tell me, dear non-existent readers, have I had a coherent post yet? Excluding, of course, that three-sentence abomination from last week. It's hard to be incoherent and ramble-y in only three sentences.

I can't think of anything. Life is too short for me to take the time to find a topic that I can write a full, decent post about. I just can't think of anything I would like to talk to imaginary people about. Imaginary people who don't talk back, I might add. Readers, if you exist, please comment on something. Please. I want to know you are real and not just in my head! Which is totally possible. And actually probably true. You aren't real. There are no "yous" to whom I speak, I just write for absolutely no reason.

Oh goodness...person, if this is the first post on this blog that you read, please don't be instantly turned off and  run away. I promise, usually it isn't this weird. But today it is, because I have just lived through what will quite possibly turn out to be the worst two weeks of my life...bah. Bah. So I am understandably incoherent. This is understandable, if you knew the situation, you wouldn't judge.

Actually you would. But that is far, far beside the point because you don't know the situation and you aren't even real anyway.

I'm going to go now. Sorry you didn't get your internet-filling, coherent, full-length post. Maybe next time.

--Razza Ragazza