Adventures in bucking the trend…

I recently read an article that indicated a correlation between how busy a person is, and how often they update their blogs. The article seemed to suggest that the busier a person is, the more infrequent their postings become. I don’t think that’s the case with me. I’ve done close to nothing that past little while – and I haven’t posted, because there’s not much to write about. I’m reluctant to sit down and tell you things like “I had corn.” or “I bought milk.” or “My cat is cute.” Honestly, that’s just nutty.

Also, for a good fourteen days, if I had attempted to write what was going on in my head, all you would have read would be “BANGbangBANGbangBANGbang.” You see, a new dormitory is being built just outside my window. (Well, across the street from my window, but that’s close enough.) For 2 weeks, the heavy drilling started at 7:00am, at the latest, and continued until well past 5:00pm. The big BANG was the pounding of the drill itself. The little bang was the echo of the big BANG bouncing off the other dormitories. BANGbangBANGbangBANGbang. 9-10 hours a day, 7 days a week for two weeks. I couldn’t listen to music in my apartment, because the percussion of the drill wasn’t in sync with the percussion of my music. I couldn’t read, watch TV, sleep or stretch without having BANGbangBANGbangBANGbang reverberating through my brain.

Just as I was about to go truly mad, the drilling stopped and now I’m gently roused from my sleep every morning with the soft rumbling and beeping of big trucks. I hardly notice the trucks, they’re like a soothing lullaby compared with incessant BANGbangBANGbangBANGbanging.

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  1. Even if you just wrote about buying milk, I’d still read your blog because I love you and your milk buying excursion would probably include interesting internal dialogues and quirky observations. Blog away, me fren!

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