I’ll admit it. I am blogged the fuck out. My mind is tired and my body is weary. Comments, archives, read more, trackback, about me, your ad here, rss feed. Fuck me, it’s all starting to look the same. You know things are crazy when you’ve done nothing but read blogs for nine hours and you only get to the Dooce after dinner. Dooce used to first-stop shopping.

Now I get up and shower and read blogs while getting ready. In case anything exciting happens overnight in Blogland. If that happens maybe I could pitch a story idea at the morning meeting, but so far I just take up space. In a room with too few chairs. (But I saw chairs being wheeled in today. Nobody’s sitting in the floor tomorrow maybe.)

After the morning meeting I take all the reporter’s hard earned story ideas and use them as possible blog posts for the day. Nothing like a little intellectual property theft among co-workers first thing in the day.

Then I open up Bloglines and open up my massive Nashville Blogs folder and go to town. Thank God for RSS readers and Firefox tabbed browsing. My job would be hell without them. I read the day’s paper and magazines but mostly I just read blogs. A lot of conservative, politcally-themed blogs. Those, no offense, can be the most tedious. And there are SO MANY.

Anyway, yeah. Then I come home from blogging and I turn on my PC to find my gmail box full of unanswered emails and a deserted Sparkwood & 21, littered with uninspired lists of movies sitting on a shelf.

Eventually I’ll start going to bed earlier and drag my ass back to the gym (it’s been almost a month!) so I’ll have more energy for blogging here at home.

I’ve been sitting here for three minutes trying to think of a clever way to wrap this post up. I’m too tired to try any longer.

I’m spent.