Lucubratrix

Listening to myself talk...

...or type, I suppose. Watching myself type? At any rate, I haven't got anything particularly interesting to say, other than to note that the primary culprit that spurs me to hum off-season Christmas carols to myself (the horror, the horror) is Boar's Head brand meats. Every time I'm at the deli counter and realize I have to request Boar's Head Low Sodium Turkey Breast, the Boar's Head Carol begins to run through my head, and it always takes several seconds before I realize what I'm doing.

Other than that observation, I wonder if the reason I'm so bad at keeping up with posting here is that I'm well aware that there is not an eager community of readers hanging on my every word, waiting with bated breath to hear my latest pronouncements on how to cure the ills of the world. And honestly, I'm not doing anything terribly interesting, either. If I were traveling, this would be a good forum to provide updates on my activities, post photographs, and the like, but all I can offer is commentary on my commute to Boston every morning (and I don't even drive there, so I wouldn't even be able to comment on Bostonians' renowned driving skills).

Labels: banal activities, season treason

posted by Just Me @ 22:34