Inside the Mind of a Nathan

So I get this daily devotional thing. It's actually pretty good and often eerily relevant to my life. If you wish, you can  sign up here . Today, the author was talking about "Letting Go of Old Identities." Near the end of his devotional, he suggested the reader write three columns with five items each. I'm not sure how to make a table in Blogger, so I'll just do a listy thing.

I went to Starbucks to try to write again. I attempted poetry again, and it was crapful. Then I wrote this:

I tried to write. I went to Starbucks. I bought a venti iced chai. I feel like a maximum douche saying/writing that, but that's how to order that drink.

Dear Honey Smacks: There's no need to pretend. Your first three ingredients are not honey. Remember when you used to be called "Sugar Smacks"? That was a much more honest epithet. "Dextrose Smacks" would suit you sooner than "Honey Smacks."

Well I'm a poopy nugget. The last time I blogged was January 6th! Sometimes I excuse myself by saying I'm always writing – e-mails, notes, texts, etc. – but I'm not sure that quite counts. However! I must interject before you start thinking hoity-toity thoughts (or maybe I have to interject with my hoity-toity thoughts – whatever). I would wager that the literary quality of my e-mails and text messages exceeds that of the common man's essay.

I don't feel like writing. Who still reads anyway? I'm not even asking about people who read my blog. I'm asking who still reads at all? Are books going out of style? Am I going out of style? Books and I are probably going out of style.

Sometimes, I try to understand certain things on the internet. It's like trying to fit my brain inside a thimble. It just hurts. Also, sometimes, video-games are just way awesome — especially the first hour. For my birthday, I got Middle Earth: Shadow of Mordor. It. Was. EPIC. Literally: it began in the middle, there was travel through the underworld, there was intervention of the [gods], invocation of a sort of muse. It was the whole package.