There's Just Not Enough Hours in the Day

As tends to be the case with everything in my life, I have mixed feelings about the lack of time I've put into this website the past few months. There is a part of me that feels I need to work harder at it, but there is another part of me that looks at the hundreds of pages of content I've pounded out here and wonders what the point is of producing more of the same. There is a part of me (a sick, diseased part of me) that feels guilty for depriving you people of whatever it is you're used to me providing, but there is another part that's accutely aware that all but about two and a half of you wouldn't even dream of sending a few bucks my way as a token of your appreciation. I also imagine that there are many of you who, in seeing that I have't posted simething on a particualr day, find more than sufficient solace in the millions of blogs you presumably make a part of your daily routine.

Most of all, though, there is a part of me that realizes I should be in bed by ten every night if I want to be asleep by eleven, since I need a solid eight hours of sleep to be relatively alert for a job that involves driving around all day, without the luxury of having any downtime in front of a computer, let alone enough time to write anything. See, for the most part, this site has always been something of an afterthought, to the extent that I rarely even think to write something here until, at some point late in the night, I look at the clock and realize I should be hitting the sack, so I try to crank something out to provide myself with the illusion that I've at least been slightly productive that day. Thus, shitty entries like this one. Now if you'll excuse me, it's past my bedtime, and my bill-paying addiction ain't gonna feed itself.

Oh, also, I'm highly offended by the lack of response to the Fucking Christs. I guess maybe it's just not gay enough for some of you. Assholes.