This is my monkey. Monkey? I need some help. Only you can help me, my dear monkey pal.
You see, monkey, I'm having a little problem writing today. Do you know how many blog posts I've written today, monkey? Three. This is number four. And all of them so far have sucked. I'm in a mood, monkey, and I don't know what to do about it.
You're right, monkey. I should give myself a break. I've had a lot of stuff going on lately, and it's too personal to put on the blog, I get it. But I just start writing and all this BLAAAAAAAAAAAH comes out and I can't put it to print, because other people are involved, you know? What am I supposed to do?
I see. So I should just keep writing and see what happens? I don't know, monkey. My heart hurts a lot these days. And I can't go into details about any of it, it just seems wrong. Like I would need releases from people in order to talk about any of it, and well, let's face it, some of them don't even know they're involved in my emotions. THAT would be awkward.
I understand where you're coming from, monkey. I'm in a bad/sad/cranky mood. I'll live through it, like I always do, and I'll soldier on. Do you think the internet people will understand?
You're right, monkey. They always do, that's why they're such rockstars. What would I do without you, my monkey friend? Glad we had this talk. I'll be okay. Just…keep breathing. Everything will sort itself out, one way or another.
You're the best, monkey! Thanks for listening, really. I mean it.