Game on

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...