My sister told me today that I don't update enough. To which I reply, "Fie! I update more than anyone else I know with a blog." This is probably because I have less of a life than anyone I know with a blog.
Besides, recently I've been sick so nothing interesting physical or mental has really happened. Also I think at this point, I'm in danger of posting a lot about "Aagh, I don't want to be here anymore! I want to quit my job and go backpacking!" type things.
On a lighter note, while waiting to throw my garbage away, this man and his wife walked by and the guy was repeatedly patting his wife's ass. It's cool that he loves his wife and all, but do I and the rest of the people throwing garbage away really have to be part of the moment?