Parenting, working, depressing, exhausting, busying, sleeping, writing?

I've been thinking about my life, this blog and writing recently......

I don't post when I'm with Molly.
I don't post when I'm at work.
I don't post when I'm too depressed.
I don't post when I'm exhausted
I don't post when I'm busy.
And I must be getting about 5-6 hours sleep nowadays.

Which I reckon leaves about 4 minutes writing in most days.
How the fuck has this thing got so bloody big then?
Maybe I am Tyler Durden?

(see, that would have been really bloody funny and topical a whole 8 years ago)