This is how the conversation went, more or less:
Her: What's going on with your blog? You haven't posted anything in like three weeks, and before that you were getting sporadic at best. I check that damn thing every day, and I'm continually disappointed lately. I rely on you to entertain me and you're letting me down.
Me: You rely on ME to entertain you? Wow. You need to get a life...
Her: It's true. Seriously though, what the fuck?
Me: I don't know. There's not a lot going on right now. I don't really have anything to say.
Her: Bullshit. I've known you way too long. You've always got something to say. I think there's too much going on right now. I think you have too much to say.
Me: It's true. Seriously though? I don't really feel like it right now.
Her: Fuck you.
So basically the conversation continued on a downward spiral until I was challenged to post something, even something about nothing, every fucking day for a solid month, and apparently just posting a really cool photo doesn't count, which I think is total bullshit because sometimes you can tell an entire story with just a photo or two, but what-the-fuck-ever. You got it. Four weeks, starting tomorrow, which means I win on December 5th. Game on, bitches...