I had occasion to chat with StinkyJ today for work-related reasons, and he was kind enough to take time out of his busy day to note that he felt the quality of my blog was going downhill. I'm always happy to listen to criticism, so he proceeded to diagnose the problem as me feeling obligated to post something, even when I wasn't inspired.
I told him I wasn't sitting down at the bar and drinking so much every night to get inspiration anymore. Something many famous authors rely upon. I dunno. Maybe he's right.
But, hey, I've got a whole weekend of suffering ahead of me. I'm sure there'll be something to write about.