What's Wrong With Me?

I've been meaning to post some updates lately but for some reason I can't bring myself to actually do it. It's almost like I'm afraid of what might come out of me. I know that must sound silly but it really is frustrating because I don't think I'm suffering from writer's block.

On the contrary, I've had no problem with coming up with things to discuss in this space. Between Madonna appearing on Oprah to address her alleged "stealing" of some Malawi baby from under the father's nose to the Dixie Chicks (also on Oprah) on Larry King talking about how dangerous it is to be them and Halloween coming up, there is a lot of things out there I could comment on.

Maybe it's because I'm still bummed out about the Mets' season being over (it's too soon to talk about Game 7). Now that I think about it, between working at Millionaire M-F and then freelancing again on the weekend at CBS, all the hours must be catching up to me. I really felt it today at work around 4 o'clock, usually I'm going strong at that time but today I started dragging.

But I gotta suck it uo right? Afterall, if I'm ever going to want to be taken seriously for my writing, I have to fight through whatever fatigue I'm feeling and just move forward.