For me the hardest part about blogging has always been the guilt. As a Jew, this is usually the hardest part about everything. I tried blogging every day—that was never going to be sustainable—then every other day, and now it’s more like twice a week. Chances are you haven’t even noticed! But I feel neglectful, especially given that I don’t really have time to blog today.
Here is what I am doing that isn’t blogging: cleaning my house, entertaining houseguests (yep, like in the Sinbad movie), revising my script, and finishing a couple articles. So! This is basically just a placeholder until I can find the time to blog again. Which will probably be tomorrow or Friday, and you’ll be like, “Wow, Louis, that ‘breather’ post was totally unnecessary,” and I’ll be like, “You’re being kind of judgmental.”
Ugh, I hate it when we fight.
15 Layers of Irony 
I am so glad that I didn’t mention to you that you hadn’t blogged in a while, I would have felt guilty.
As a fellow jew, I’m all too familar with guilt. I feel guilty when I cut my hair for some reason. I’m all “oohh noooo, you’re hurting it!”. Yes, I’m creepy and lame like that.
But I bet you Casey Anthony feels a tad guiltier than you.