Writer's Block or the Bird Flu?

This is terrible. I've been blogging since 2002, and I apparently had more to say as an angst-filled sophomore in high school than I do as a senior in college. I just don't know what to write about anymore. I love to cook but I don't do it often or well enough to allow others to read about it. I don't have kids so no "mommy-blogging" (which are some of my favorite blogs by the way), I love books and literature (hell, Language Arts in general...geeky.) but do I have enough to say about it all? I think I'll have more to talk about once I start my teaching internships at the end of September, but who knows. I'm also so lazy, I haven't even started to transfer the posts from my old blog to this one. That requires time, and God knows I have NONE of that. I wake up, go to work at the band office (which does produce a few story gems from time to time), come home, make dinner, pass out. Rinse, repeat. I've actually spent time outside of internet time thinking about why I'm such a terrible blogger. I was angry at myself Sunday afternoon as I sat watching television because I couldn't come up with any new ideas to write about on this damn thing.

When did it become such a chore? And if it's such a chore, why do I have this intense desire to keep doing it?