I haven't blogged in over a month now. Not because I don't have anything to talk about but because I am just so over myself I hate to write about anything because honestly, who really cares about what I have to say about anything?
But I just can't bring myself to shut it down because going to my own blog is the easiest way for me to keep tabs on the other [wittier] bloggers I like to follow. I'm not into the Google Reader or whatever the hell it's called. I don't want yet another fricken web page to check every day.
Out of sheer desperation, I offer this. I changed my profile pic to one that was taken a mere week ago, the newest picture of me on the internet ANYWHERE. If I could caption it, it would read, "I Fought the Gray and the Gray Won". In August I'm going to turn 50. Fifty. Five-Oh. I think I look pretty good. In person. Still take a shitty picture. Recently it dawned on me that I no longer give a shit. Not about the age, nor the hair, nor the multiple sclerosis. They are just little pieces of the puzzle that is Me.