What are your sorries all about?
I'm sorry I don't have anything to blog about. I really want to blog. Everyone else is doing it and I want to jump on that bandwagon but I just don't have anything blogworthy right now.
There was something I wanted to blog but I held on to it for too long. Then it got expressed in a different, not as good, way. It was going to clear up some things, explain why some things are the way they are. But it took me too long trying to find just the right words. It festered then it stagnated and seeped out. Yeah, it was pretty gross.
I mean, I feel better that the pressure's off; knowing that I don't have to write it now and don't have to labor to find those just right words. Still, if I'd been able to write what I wanted to write in the first place, it maybe would have been really good. How it ended up expressing itself, that was not good at all.
In lieu of actual writing, here's a list of mundane things to prove that nothing blogable is happening right now.
1. A picture fell down in my bedroom yesterday right after I got home from work. It was the small poster from the 8th Olympics that was hanging over my chest of drawers. It slid down the wall and I had to get it out from behind the chest of drawers and I scratched the back of my hand doing so. It's undamaged but the hook on the back of the frame fell off and needs to be replaced.
2. The space bar on my work computer has developed an annoying squeak. Wear patterns reveal that I hit the space bar with my right thumb exclusively. It doesn't squeak as much when I use my left thumb so I'm either going to have to retrain myself or get a new keyboard.
3. I can't stop listening to And the Glass Handed Kites. With songs like "Saviours of Jazz Ballet" and "An Envoy to the Open Fields," why should I?
4. I'm going to spend all weekend doing final projects for classes. I want very badly for these classes to end.
5. On Monday I am going to get a haircut.
And every sour word
you have spoken
about everybody else
will return
to act upon yourself.
There was something I wanted to blog but I held on to it for too long. Then it got expressed in a different, not as good, way. It was going to clear up some things, explain why some things are the way they are. But it took me too long trying to find just the right words. It festered then it stagnated and seeped out. Yeah, it was pretty gross.
I mean, I feel better that the pressure's off; knowing that I don't have to write it now and don't have to labor to find those just right words. Still, if I'd been able to write what I wanted to write in the first place, it maybe would have been really good. How it ended up expressing itself, that was not good at all.
In lieu of actual writing, here's a list of mundane things to prove that nothing blogable is happening right now.
1. A picture fell down in my bedroom yesterday right after I got home from work. It was the small poster from the 8th Olympics that was hanging over my chest of drawers. It slid down the wall and I had to get it out from behind the chest of drawers and I scratched the back of my hand doing so. It's undamaged but the hook on the back of the frame fell off and needs to be replaced.
2. The space bar on my work computer has developed an annoying squeak. Wear patterns reveal that I hit the space bar with my right thumb exclusively. It doesn't squeak as much when I use my left thumb so I'm either going to have to retrain myself or get a new keyboard.
3. I can't stop listening to And the Glass Handed Kites. With songs like "Saviours of Jazz Ballet" and "An Envoy to the Open Fields," why should I?
4. I'm going to spend all weekend doing final projects for classes. I want very badly for these classes to end.
5. On Monday I am going to get a haircut.
And every sour word
you have spoken
about everybody else
will return
to act upon yourself.