break in.
I have completely lost the ability to start a journal entry with anything other than the obvious, which wouldn't be half as bad if I didn't wish to fancy myself some sort of writer. It's as if I've literally lost the part of my brain that is capable and witty and able to write in a somewhat amusing manner.
Our house was broken into on Friday. I think I interupted the burglars by coming home, so they only managed to steal our television, DVD player, M's modified XBox, one speaker, and a few other items. They did not take our VCR, and they only took the remotes they needed, which makes me uncomfortable for many reasons. I say that I interupted them, as they had only managed to steal from one corner of one room, instead of the entire house. I've been having nightmares ever since.
I started a painting before I realized that I really have no artistic skill. Now I'm stuck with a beautiful idea and a half-finished painting.
Must do work.
Our house was broken into on Friday. I think I interupted the burglars by coming home, so they only managed to steal our television, DVD player, M's modified XBox, one speaker, and a few other items. They did not take our VCR, and they only took the remotes they needed, which makes me uncomfortable for many reasons. I say that I interupted them, as they had only managed to steal from one corner of one room, instead of the entire house. I've been having nightmares ever since.
I started a painting before I realized that I really have no artistic skill. Now I'm stuck with a beautiful idea and a half-finished painting.
Must do work.