Blogger or Blah-ger

I like to think that I used to be a pretty good blogger. But now I feel as though I have slipped into the ugly underworld of a BLAH-ger. You know the type, they open up an account, put out a few posts, get you all excited about what insight they claim they can spout and then they up and leave you high and dry. That's become me. It's a dirty reality to accept.
Some days I can spend a good thirty minutes reading other's blogs. Some make me laugh, some make me cry, some make me contemplate life while some just make me wonder why we give people such a platform to speak their minds in this world! Yea for America's free speech.
It's not that I don't have good intentions to write on my blog...er, blah-g. You should see my "edit posts" folder, it has three drafts sitting in it right now. I have the material, people, it's the time I lack. I feel good if I can get in a quick email between phone calls, students asking for medicine, teachers requesting me to fill in their classes, and random people stopping by to tell me how I should be running my life. And with my slight (currently undiagnosed) case of ADD, once I'm pulled away from my train of thought, there ain't no getting back on that wagon.
So, where am I going with this, you might ask. I don't know. Just trying to fill up some more space so I can once again join the wonderful world of bloggers and not be an old BLAH-ger anymore.