There are days you can’t wait to write. Days when it seems everything around you has the look of something else and simply must be reported on, when the world is just begging for my input.
Today is not one of those days.
I am dull-witted, sluggish, and crabby – all of this without having had the benefit of at least being able to proscribe it to having been drunk the night before.
Seems like a waste of quality hangover adjectives, doesn’t it?
So let me just add another line to my to-do list: Get drunk tonight and review the words “dull-witted”, “sluggish”, and “crabby" in the morning.
Perhaps that’s what I need? I’m telling you, this whole having had a week off, by myself, is not what it is cracked up to be. Sure I got a lot done around the house – my pantry is in order, my dresser drawers full of folded shirts and undies, the kitties have all been petted and properly exercised/tortured with lengths of string they believe to be snakes or something – but I need people, people!
I’m so sorry to do this to you – nothing gets my goat faster than someone writing about the difficulty they’re having writing – but I’ve hidden my goat and must admit that I Am Having Difficulty Writing Today.
And if I recall correctly, the cure for that is drinking. And people. And drinking with people.
Dammit! That’s exactly what I’m going to do!
Let’s see how that works out, shall we?
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