this won't make sense to you
I don't know why I'm blogging right now.
Can't sleep. Things on my mind.
I'm usually a good sleeper. Head hits pillow and I'm out. Not tonight.
I'm not going to tell you any details (cause this is the internet).
So why blog at all? I guess I think I"m going to find some therapy in this - even though I"m revealing nothing.
(nothing but the fact that I can't sleep because of stuff I'm thinking about)
It's not even to do with my life - or it hasn't been to do with my life in a while.
I got hit with a bit of a bombshell tonight.
Thank goodness for good friends.
(you know who you are)
Can't sleep. Things on my mind.
I'm usually a good sleeper. Head hits pillow and I'm out. Not tonight.
I'm not going to tell you any details (cause this is the internet).
So why blog at all? I guess I think I"m going to find some therapy in this - even though I"m revealing nothing.
(nothing but the fact that I can't sleep because of stuff I'm thinking about)
It's not even to do with my life - or it hasn't been to do with my life in a while.
I got hit with a bit of a bombshell tonight.
Thank goodness for good friends.
(you know who you are)
5 Comments:
I like my spam served cubed on a kebob stick with some pineapple and sauce - not on my blog
actually, to be honest, I don't really like spam at all
look at me! I'm so pathetic, I'm commenting on my own blog
I feel cool
I saw something very much like spam on Tuesday at the Shelter House.
Hmm. I sometimes feel a need to (a) divulge something hugely personal, and (b) a way to avoid the banality with which that hugely personal thing would be wrapped in, by virtue of it being a blog on which I'm writing.
So, I suggest, spontaneous creation of verse. Poem + Blog equals (wait for it!) --- Bloggerel. [get it, doggerel+blog? ]
I think that I shall never see / A blog as lovely as a bee ....
Warren
And triple GRRRR for you!!!!
Ya, bombshells suck.
I'm prayin' for you.
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