I swear this person crawled inside my head.

Everybody: This is what I need from you! Descend into your slough of pointless pleasure and be sure and wallow long enough to fail to accomplish much in your life. Please? Pretty please? It will make me feel so. much. better. I'm not even sure what I was doing when not accomplishing. I wasn't even wallowing, there was very little pleasure. And I've still never written a book. So as long as none of us ever writes a book I might be able to avoid the incessant self-recrimination.

I done found me a new blog.