While I’m sitting at my desk at work, I have so many ideas for posts; bright, and clear, and scathing. Then I come home, and see the couch. I think of how tired I am of sitting in front of a computer, and the only thing that is bright and clear is the pain in my leg. And so I write nothing.

But now, I am writing, for the same reason I do too many things in my life: not because I want to, but because I feel I should.

And I just lost the urge again. Sorry.