Because there was no room in the…inn?

“You know, that’s just an assumption. It probably wasn’t an inn at all, not in our idea of a modern motel or something like that.”

“So it was a bed and breakfast?”

“Hi, I’m a Mac…”

Blake: “I really hate the Mac product identity.”

Kasey: “Is that because it’s too much like you?”

Blake: “Shut up. I’m gonna listen to The Shins.”

Procrastination takes over again

I know the whole point of NaBloPoMo was to get me into the habit of posting on a regular basis, but I’ve got to tell you, now that it’s over, I find myself thinking, “Piss! What am I going to write about today??” And then I realize that I don’t, in fact, have to write anything. And that makes me a little happy. Because I don’t always have something to say.

So if you notice that I haven’t posted in a while, don’t worry. I haven’t fallen off the blogosphere. I haven’t been arrested for killing someone while in a rage from caffeine withdrawals. I’m just being lazy.