What to say when you’ve got nothin’ to say

I really did have great plans to turn this blog around and write in it really regularly and all that nice stuff. I really didn’t want it to just be sitting here…hanging out…doing nothing…

But then I realized I can’t really blog about work. Partially due to HIPAA, and the fact that violations don’t just mean OMGZFIRED it means OMGZLITIGATION. Plus, it’s not as if my name isn’t plastered all over the website, and everyone can use Google now (although only I have the true art of the Google Fu down in the lab). Anonymity’s supposed to be freeing, but I’ve always thought it was a drag. So starting a new blog out in the wildness of the interwebs and going by a fake name is right out.

And then on top of that, I’m in the middle of this furious amount of self-congratulatory free time. Most of my nights I’m either reading feminist weblogs, playing Ragnarok Online, re-reading my favorite books (I can’t afford new ones that often – I don’t even buy new clothes!), or watching TV series with Pac. That’s actually a pretty good place to be in. Only when I relax can I actually focus on settling a story in my head before I write it, and hey, score, I discovered I am no longer addicted to RO.

This is basically what I do when I’m not spending time being an adult, which means planning a wedding, going to work, and trying to somehow balance two ailing cars that need repairs every couple of weeks. Being an adult can be retarded sometimes.

I don’t know. What do you think I should write about?