I'm not even going to try to write something worth reading

I was thinking the other day, after reading a bunch of random blogs, that my writing has gotten less and less story-like and more and more a list of activities and events that had transpired. It had become so passive. And probably boring.

The funny thing is that this change is probably a subtle and insidious result of my (vain) desire to have more readers. I didn't really give a shit when I started, but MySpace had a rather prominent counter associated with its entry page, and I got all ego'd up in it. I'm going to get back to writing for the art of writing, rather than for some perceived audience.

Right now I'm just exhausted, though, because I'm not self-responsible enough to go sleep on time on the weekend, even when I've got to get up early. I'm too tired to go to Mina's show in Chicago tonight, and I'm not even going to try to write something worth reading.