This blog is under construction

Translated, that means

1. I haven't thought of anything worthwhile to write about.
2. I've been snowed under with work. Yeah, right!
3. Is anyone going to read my 'literary output' anyway? Can't say I've noticed anyone waiting with bated breath for this future Nobel laureate's pearls of wisdom. Everyone's too busy writing his ( N.B. This blogger is not exactly known far and wide for his political correctness. So there will be no his/her business here, no atrocities like hu'person', etc. You can howl all you like but, at the end of the day it's my blog!) own blog to bother to read someone else's - unless that someone else puts a link to his blog in his own blog, thus generating some traffic! Rather a convoluted sentence, that last one with perhaps one 'his' too many. Oh well, so long as you understand what I mean, it doesn't matter. Or does it? Sinking further into this dialectical quagmire, does anyone really understand what someone else means? Or do we stumble through life from one misunderstanding to another? Or have I just had one over the eight?
   
4. I'm too damned lazy to get off my butt and start writing this stupid blog. Though how I'm going to write it if I get off my butt is awfully hard to fathom. I'm not much of a whiz at writing standing up. Too much like work for my taste.