Especially when it leads you to assume responsibilities that nobody else wants, such as bookkeeping for a small, grass-roots political organization, that requires you to pore over receipts with a small child whining in the background, "Mommy when will it be swim time" and you have to freeze your buns off picking up signs for said politicial party and then you get so tired and cranky that blogging is a chore.
Blogging a chore? I am a bloviating windbag that can never, ever shut up. Everybody knows that. If blogging has become a chore, than the world has surely gone crazy.
Anyway, Peter is much more entertaining than my blogular naval gazing, at any rate. He, like, makes fun of the DEA for trying to be cool and he has a bunch of excellent links to press releases. So smoke a bowl for me and go nuts. I am either going to strangle my child, go back to bookkeeping or give in and take her to the swimming pool. Either way, there will be no bowl-smoking for me for a while. *sigh*
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