Playing Catch Up

I don't know why I haven't updated my blog really at all through the month of July. I've lived in a weird state of perpetual frustration this month and feared any blog written would come across as either preachy or whiny. Then I realized all my blogs preach or whine, so what exactly do I have to worry about? Anyways, after this post are several new blogs. Why not just post one giant new blog? Cause no one has time to read one giant blog, but psychologically will sit and read several small blogs. Society-who'da a thunk it? Anyways I warn you in advance that I may be losing my mind. Observed by what I wrote on a piece of scratch paper last night in the break room at 5:15am:

"Help me, I'm trapped inside this piece of paper. I really want to get out, but I cannot. Why is this? How did I get here in the first place? I miss my family. Is the desk I sit on in my family's house? Does that make the fact I'm stuck in a piece of paper more or less likely? I'm so bored. I was picked up yesterday. I thought I'd be put to use. Alas, it was merely to put more paper under me. Could one of them be my brother? My mother? There are just a lot of unanswered questions in this scenario. I probably had too much sugar before bed. Sugar must get people stuck in paper."

Clearly, the stylings of a mad man.