The Entry-By The Man On The Worn Out Couch

Sitting on my worn out couch, chewing a piece of trident gum that has long since lost any flavor that it once had, I start to blog. I cause my brain gears to slowly turn and experience slight discomfort, yet not enough to slow the steady increase of brain gear speed. My first question is, what is a blog? I found the answer at dictionary.com, "To write entries in, add material to, or maintain a weblog." Yes, I say this qualifies. I feel like a student, yea a college student writing in my virtual blue book. Oh the anxiety. I think I smell something burning or is it just in my mind? I suppose that one who blogs really does not need any one to read the blog to make it an official blog. However, due to the fact that some people are actually interested in what my wife and children are up to I must stay vigilant over myself.

Please if you have read this far and find any vexation from what you have just read stop. On second thought if I can control tiny bits of your activity now soon I may be able to control large bits. I fear that my blogging is a tragedy, I desperately hope that I have not fallen out of favor with any precious people who might be reading such a repugnant blog entry as this is. I seem to recall that my 3 older sisters have a way with blogging that I may never have. I suppose even if I were to stand high upon a very tall shrub I still could not reach the heights that have been set before me. I may just sit forlorn on my worn out couch with my tasteless chewing gum and hang my head in shame. Ah, a grinding sound between my ears awakens my mind. I recall hearing that it takes a long time for the frontal lobe of a male's brain to develop. Perhaps I say, yes perhaps this is the reason for my blogging misstep. I feel the weight of failure lifting off of my tired body like that of a large lunch lady that had fallen on a unknowing and certainly unwilling kindergartner.

So, as my blogging comes to an end, I feel fine. I feel all was not lost and I may have gained something from this so called error. I will look back on this with inquisitive eyes seeking for something to grasp. If you actually read this I commend you for your excellent perserverence and apologize for any feelings of regret that I may have caused you. I humbly express my desire to go to bed without folding any laundry....