1. I almost lost my job for mentioning a certain candidate on a certain political campaign in writing. Whoops.
2. Grad school applications sucked the life out of me, leaving me a paper shell of my former self. And not a cute, romantic origami paper shell, but more like crumpled up old newspaper found in a trash can, that once housed an oily fish and chips order from a dirty boardwalk vendor in Coney Island circa 1982. 
3. Travel to India, where I wanted to catalogue my experiences but contracted some kind of disease and ended up in the hospital for three days. 4. The holidays.
5. Overall self-doubt encroaching on self loathing and the lack of confidence that ensues stymieing any attempts to write or have direction. (See Excuse #2 for further explanation. My personal statementsat first sounded to much like my blog posts and I had to "formalize" myself. That took work and commitment. And some major selling out. Worse than a 90s grunge band.)
6. The inherent human quality for procrastinating and leaving projects unresolved that must have a biological root in our brains. The cure is probably Adderall.
RESOLUTION
In between running a marathon and learning French on my resolution list is BLOG TRIWEEKLY. Today I had to write something to grease my wheels, but Sunday evening/Monday morning, will begin the SCHEDULED, ROUTINE TRIWEEKLY BLISS STREET BLUES SPECTACULAR. It still has no direction, but I like to think it symbolized the disconnection and chaos of our times.
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