Matchsticks or Trolley Jacks?
8/16/2011 11:21:51 AM
Oh man. I’m tired. Matchsticks simply are not strong enough to prop open my eyelids. I’ve had to drag myself out to the garage and retrieve the trolley jacks.
I’ve had the luxury of four entire days to myself and have spent the time eating chocolate and editing Truth Or Dare? It has been a fantastic opportunity to break the back of it and I have exploited it to its fullest, but boy, am I tired. I might give four in the morning a miss for the next few nights – I need to re-energise, besides these jacks weigh an absolute ton.
I think I have developed addict-like tendencies with writing. I am compelled to write and if something gets in my way and prevents me from spending time with my pen and paper, I become antsy. I buy pens and books and secrete them away, not intending to use them, but happy in the knowledge I have emergency supplies in times of desperate need. A trip to Staples is a day out for me. Oh yes.
My friends say my mind is always on the go. I think that’s a good thing; it keeps the brain active, but perhaps I should apply it to everyday life from time to time, because the stories I hear out in the real world, I couldn’t make up. I’m always on the lookout for a title, a phrase or a snippet of conversation that gets my imagination going – I spend my time thinking ‘what if I this happened?’ or ‘I wonder why they’re standing outside the bank…’.
Well, back to reality – the washing machine has beeped at me, demanding my attention.
Might need some help here – I can’t move the trolley jacks…