I'm working on writing. I'ts strange, I find I always dislike the idea of expending effort to sit down, organize my thoughts and blog, but when I get into it, I'm glad I do it. Essentially, I think that's the main obstacle in my path. I don't think not wanting to offend anyone has much to do with it, though. I mean, there is some stuff I can't/won't talk about, because there is some stuff I'm not at liberty to reveal, some stuff I can't talk about because it would cause trouble with people close to me, things like that. Nothing really major, just run of the mill secrets.

The big things that stop me from blogging are apathy and not being able to come up with material. The interesting thing is, though is that I do have stuff I can talk about, it just takes awhile to come to the forefront of my brain. I mean, if there's some kind of issue in my life, or event or whatever you want to call it, it may take a couple days or more for me to realize, hey this could be mildly interesting to some people. Or sometimes I want to wait cuz I want to see how the story ends so I know what to tell my enraptured audience.

Hey, guess what. I got my monitor back. My computer's being a little screwy (Hey sorry about the hi-tech lingo; I'll try to keep a lid on it from now on), but for the most part it works wonderfully. I can play games on it and everything.

Here's something weird. If anyone can explain it, you get a prize although I won't say what that prize is at this time. Today at work, one of the other dishwashers called me Greg. I was like, "what?", and he said "Sorry, I don't know why I called you that." I found that odd for a couple reasons. First of all, this old guy has worked with me for several months, and I know he knows my name. I was thinking maybe he called me Greg cuz there's another guy at work named Greg and he called me Greg cuz I look so much like Greg. By the way, Greg is a big, rather husky shall we say, black guy, and he's a manager. So of course people get him and me, Jeff the dishwasher mixed up all the time. Another reason I thought this weird, and this by the way is the weirdest reason of all: I got called Greg a lot in high school for no discernable reason. I found that especially odd, cuz I have a brother named Greg who never went to the same high school as me and in fact never went to the same school as me except for about 3 years when we were both pretty tiny. So it weirds me out when people call me Greg, and I'm 99% sure that they don't know my brother. Weirder yet, about five minutes later, one of the cooks came up to me, introduced himself and said, "Your name is Greg, isn't it?" Another obvious case of someone confusing me with one of the managers.
Ok, that's all I have. I think it's more than enough, so go away... unless you're going to leave a comment.
Editor's note: this blog started out as an icq msg to Kasper. The entire first paragraph was the msg, but it's been cleaned up a bit for the sake of clarity. Figured if people are going to get on my case about blogging, I'll just use whatever I've got.