I don’t even want to write anything right now, but if I write I don’t have to decide on something else to do. I’d probably sleep, yes, that is what would happen, fine sure okay. Dreamy sleep. Tired, would like to forget everything. Brain running through maze following rank scent of old cheddar. Totally dumb distractions popping up left and right. I am not up to the test of this moment. Is that a mosquito on my ankle? ARGH.
Hoo boy. Freewriting. How free can it get? I like ya, I like ya lots. Let’s have drinks. C’mere, sit on my lap. Draw me a dirty picture. I’M JUST KIDDING! No, really, I was kidding. Seriously, go away now. This is getting a little too free.
I just checked into Brandon’s blog, always so appropriate in moments of writing-induced desperation (desperation-induced writing? how desperate are things really if I’m still writing?) and he said:
Har har. Right on.
This post is very funny too. I have it bookmarked for emergency use in the office.
Some people might feel pathetic if they were to find themselves writing in their blog at 11:16 pm on a Saturday night, but at this point in my life it’s a grand accomplishment, even if all the funny stuff in this post came from someone else.
Hey, your smart and creative and funny and …. ( you can fill in the rest). I don’t know what a blog is or what URI means, or how to make a web site. I spelll bad. My grammer not good. Thanks for all your hard work at educating and entertaining the world. Your entry about the chancellor kind of made me cry a bit. The rest of your site (or is it called a blog) made me laugh and reminded me how totally radical you are. Right when I was just starting to think that I was the only talented person in the world you go and remind me of the teeming, gurgeling sespool of talent that we call humanity. Then I laugh at everyones follies and recrown myself as king of the world. I could go on but Frangellica is giving me her naughty eyes again and, well you know what that means. God our sex life is good but enough about me.
Blogging on a Saturday night is better than any hot date.
i prefer ‘exasperation induced writing,’ but the exasperation might be caused by the fact i’ve started buying single stick cigarettes again.
i think it’s because all those government warnings have me convinced i’ve only got a few weeks left to live.