Sat Mar 27:
It’s almost the end of March – a quarter of the way into the year. When I opened the curtain this morning I was like, “What! How did all that snow melt overnight?” Then I realized I dreamt about the snow storm.
I miss my baby elephants; at least they are not alone. I am going to carve out space in the morning before work to write – That’s what I was doing a year ago when the pandemic started, and I was pretty successful, and with the help of Discover Prompts, I was able to write every day. I have nine draft posts just sitting there. Waiting with Prozac is not practical. I’d likely have to stop taking my pills again if I want stuff to just show up in my head.
So … Let’s see what I produce in the next week.
A random balloon floaty gift gave me a retro sweater, but I was repulsed as soon as I laid eyes upon the thing. It reminded me of that television show with the Black family, whose father figure turned out to be a rapist. I sold it fast. I drew lots of eyes today, and I kinda, sorta have a poem underway. AND I also played Just Dance by myself but it wasn’t as joyous cause I couldn’t turn it up real loud – Dee and Matt were napping.
You should run around your home like a murderer is chasing you – screaming, flailing your arms and fake falling (like in horror movies). It makes for great exercise and stress relief. If you want, for even more exciting fun, you can also run with knives. Be mindful of your carefreeness!
If the bed bugs happen to bite, you won’t feel it, when you’re sleeping tight. Or … you could wake up and 🎶 do the mash. The monster mash. 🎶 Say hello to my little friend! (When was the last time you watched Scarface?) Classic!
Ok. Good night for real this time!
You hang up!
No you first! … … …
… … … Hello
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