consistently inconsistent

That is who I am. What I have become. Thus the sporaticness (I know that is not a word.) of this blog and my post.

Isn't it funny that the minute I started to blog I ran out of things to say.

Maybe I will post something again this week.

I got something to post. Just when I think I have the time to do it, I get sidetracked. I got to go now and get to a soccer game, but when I get a chance, I have promised myself to blog.