I've sat, and I've sat, and I've sat.
And I've mused, and I've ruminated, and I've pondered.
Still. I can't think of anything interesting, or even mildly amusing to write about.
I think I must be stuck in some sort of crippling, summer duldrums.
Drained by tedium of all energy and creativity, I'm left shuffling listlessly through the house looking for some quite corner where the frenzied, fussy bellyaching of the children's own ennui can't find me.
Jesus summer sucks!
And it's not just because we're in Norway, and it's cold, and it won't stop bloody raining--though these circumstances certainly don't help. August feels a little bit to me like God put the world on pause while He ran to the john, only He got stuck there doing a crossword puzzle that He's almost done with, and can't quite tear Himself away from. But in the meantime, we mere mortals are left hanging in animated suspension with nothing to do, and no one to do it with until: First Day of School: Act I, Scene I. Action!
*sigh*
Throw some comments my way. Tell me what you're up to.
Entertain me before I implode!
5 comments:
Difference between you and me.... I'm not creative enough to come up with something about god taking a dump.
You could elaborate on the Hicky story. I stopped you before the end(it's different when its your sister and not some random chick). I'm sure Alpha Grandpa would love to here.
It's not a creativity thing, Darling. It's more an East-side/West-side distinction.
Is it East siders dwelling on God or on God taking a poop.
Look, I just said I was bored because God was doing a crossword puzzle. It was Sparky of the West over there who crossed the line to poop.
Can I just say how lost I am? Or is this some conversation to which I was not privy? That's it, isn't it? It's okay. Don't worry about me not knowing what y'all are talking about!
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