To write or not to write

I am a lazy person. So lazy, in fact, that I do thousands of things, only not the ones I should be doing at a given time. It's true for my writing, especially that. Somehow there are always chicken soups to make, new CDs to listen, and a layer of dust on my floor that needs to be taken care of imediately when I sit in front of my computer and start writing. Not to mention all the news sites that suck me in like Ancistrus multispinis his algae.
You can call it a writer's block, if you wish. This particular euphemism though is usually used by individuals who are too lazy or insecure to actually do what they think they should be doing, which is writing. Anyhow, who convinced us that we really have something to say? Everybody is a writer, everybody's life seems so goddamn interesting nowadays that people feel that inexplicable (by the way, I came up with a new word - inexclicable, as in: item that can't be clicked on with your mouse) need to share their every thought.
"Why not me" - I thought. I could be a writer, too. I could post sophisticated essays on life, mine and others, too. I also have my needs. But I also spend waaay too much time on-line, reading what other people have to say. Why not give them something to read for a change?
So here I am, it's after 3pm, and I'm starting my new blog. Good luck to me, even if nobody would want to read it.