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Friday, June 13, 2008

Hungry and Other Thoughts

So, I am almost walking normal today. My toes are healing nicely. Still hurts though. My tummy is feeling better. I am currently listening to music and I can't wait for lunch because I am hungry. I sent another two letters to Mom and she just got one of them yesterday, and I sent the other one yesterday too. I hope she gets it soon. I don't always remember what I put in those letters but I have them saved and some are the same as this blog so I have at least got records to look at to remind me what I put.

Ok, I am better now. I had a cheeseburger for lunch. Sometimes when I see a blank piece of paper, either on the computer or right in front of me, I feel inspired to create, create, create. I have a thousand ideas for things like plays, books, songs and stuff, but I can't get them out of my head fast enough. I think of them and then they escape me before I can put it down or paper. Then there are times when I think them and I can't break them down or be patient enough to put the pieces together well. Even a rough draft of something seems better than just staring at a blank piece of paper wondering where to start with my ideas. See, I never know when to start. I know what I want to write about but I don't know which one I want to write first.

You know here at work I am capable of so much yet all I have to do is watch a door. Make sure only the right people go past. So for lack of much to do I am allowed to be here on my computer. I am so happy about that but things still get boring. I just hope no one thinks for a moment that I cannot see them. The reflection in the computer monitor tells me what is going on behind me at the door. I can name you ever person that goes in and out as they go in and out of the room I am guarding. Not that I would or anything. I am here for security so I won't tell you anything. Nope you don't get to know a thing about who works here. Sorry folks. But I mean I don't miss a thing and I hope they all know that.

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