Wednesday, December 22, 2010


I sat down to write a sad song. Unfortunately, I am more bored than sad. I am actually more tired than bored. I've been trying to think of a new project. I need something that will hold my attention. Obviously, I am even bored with my own bull sh*t. There has to be something worthwhile to write about. Romance... bah. No one wants to read about sadness. More to follow when I figure out what the more is.

Short post about nothing

I sit down to write with 10,000 things running through my head. As is often the case there is not a lot of obvious connection between any of them, just brief tangential sparks. Is this adult ADD?  At any rate, I've gotten to the point where on the average day it keeps me from slitting my wrists in boredom. There's always a nice flow of things I'd like to say, wish I'd said, am about to say, or that just flew out of my mouth. For those of you I interact with on a regular basis... I would apologize, but why bother.

It's been a great day. The sun came out. The air was chilled. The kids were perfect. The house is clean. No one has called that I had to ignore for fear of reaching through the phone to choke them. Glorious day.
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