chicken soup for the blogger's soul

i keep blogging away. i'm blogging my heart out. still no response. no comments. i fear my career as a blogger is over. i have hungry mouths to feed. i can't keep neglecting my family. the five minutes it takes out of every two weeks to create these posts is driving a wedge between us. but yet i can't resist the urge. just when i think i've kicked the habit, my fingers conspire to key www.blogger.com. throughout the day i get the shakes anytime i type the "bl" blend. one day last week i had to type the word "blot", i didn't think i was going to be able to do it. i practiced in notepad a few hours. i would key in "bl" and then "bo". occassionally i would key in "bl" followed by a zero. then i practiced the "ot" for awhile. I thought if i could get the "ot" habit down and i typed really, really fast, i might be able to get to "blot" without succumbing to "blog". i knew that if i got to "g" i was too far down the slippery slope. then, it hit me. i was in a sweat by now. it had been 3 and a half hours, but i began to see a glimmer of hope. i pulled the miniature set of screw drivers that i bought from dollar tree from the desk drawer. carefully, oh so carefully, i used two straights, positioning them directly opposite each other on opposing sides of the "g". gently i pried upwards until, CLICK! thunk. it popped off the keyboard and hit the ceiling, only to fall and bounce around on the floor momentarily until it careened off the leg of my chair and under the desk. aha! free at last, free at last, thank god almighty i'm free at last, i thought. hurriedly, before the demons in my mind could regroup and attack on another front, i keyed out the letters "b", "l", "o", and "t". shoooo. i sighed heavily and sank back into my chair. for a moment i basked in the glory of triumph over my own weaknesses. for a moment i was master of my domain. exhausted by this point, i had to take a nap, and i began to doze, thinking i would have to fight other battles on other days, but knowing for now i had a chicken soup for the soul moment and that no one could ever take that from me.