I had a talk with my blog this morning. Naturally, it was a she.
"Hi, honey, how are you?" She said.
"I'm good, I'm good." I replied hastily, looking for my socks.
"Where are you going?" She asked.
"RIS." I replied. "And I have to leave quickly if I want to make the Jummah."
"We hardly spend any time together anymore." She suddenly started to moan. "You have changed."
I looked at her, sighed, and then sat down at my desk. "It's not true."
"Oh, yes." She sniffed. "It has been almost a week since you posted on me. I remember when we first met, and started to get along, you would post every day! Sometimes even twice a day. And then you began to get bored of me. Twice a day became once every two days, then once every four days, and now... this!"
"It's not like that," I tried to cut in, but she was on a roll.
"Before, you used to check me every hour for a comment, and then reply immediately. Now it will be a day as the comments lie around, before His Highness gets to approve them and then if he feels like it, reply."
"It's not true." I protested. "I have just been Super Busy with work. Everyone was winding down for the Christmas holidays, we had to do this, we-"
"Oh, please! Don't get coy with me." She hissed angrily. "I know you have been spending time with those other witches."
"Yes, what's her name? Yes, Ms. Facebook. And that other blog, Crescent Canuck."
"Oh honey," I tried to soothe her. "they are just friends. It's you who's my true love. My first. I only love you. I swear!"
"Really? Then how come you never write poetry for me anymore? I know you wrote one for Achelois!"
"No you are being ridiculous!" I got angry. "I don't want to talk about this anymore! I am going to RIS and we will discuss this when I get back."
As I stepped out of the door, I could hear her vent, "And where is that article you promised me? You liar."