Dear Google Reader,

I apologize for your present state of overload… you’re burdened with several thousand posts, sitting there, unread and unloved. It’s not that I don’t want to spend time with you — I do! It’s just been really hard to find a chunk of uninterrupted quality time. You see, I’ve been working late a lot these last few weeks, and when I get home at 8 or 8:30, I just want to eat something and go to sleep. And sometimes it’s true - I do actually have a headache.

You may argue that despite all of this, I find time to go running. I wish that was more true than it is; as it stands, I’ve only had the energy to go running one night this week and that was Monday. I hoped to do it tonight, but I’m just pooped. Drained. Done.

There could be resentment. I could be angry at the fact that there’s so much you feel you need to show me and that I need to know, and that there’s no way I could EVER keep up with you. I can’t - you’re just too much for anyone (well, except Robert Scoble) to truly understand. It’s overwhelming.

I sit down at my computer to spend time with you and the guilt sets in… coupled with the fact that the pants I was so proud of being able to wear comfortably (only a month ago) are beginning to feel a bit tight. My new rock climbing buddy broke her ankle, so I haven’t been able to do that in almost a month.  It’s been very rough on me - the sense of routine and order and physical accomplishment that I’ve managed to develop over the last 10 months has sort of fallen out from underneath me all of a sudden. It’s difficult to justify spending an hour with you, Google Reader, and the delicious unread info in all the RSS feeds you have waiting for me nightly, especially when my ass is growing and my self esteem is shrinking.

I promise that once I get back into the swing of things, I will find time for you. It might be a weekend thing; it might be a few nights a week after I finish working out. It probably won’t be the way things once were; us sitting here, together, through the wee hours of the morning, sharing things we find interesting. But I think you’re strong enough to handle it - I’ll just have to find a way to accept that in my life.

With fondest regards and hopes for the future,

-eva