I’m not sure that I’ve ever given a satisfactory answer to what did you do today? or what are you up to? (Except, of course, for hung out with my niece!)  Satisfactory to me, I mean.  You’ve been splitting the atom, and cloning wildebeests, and getting David Duchovny and his wife back together.  I’ve been uhm, you know, watching hockey on tv. You say it’s oh, cool. I add Ottawa is playing. You change the subject.  I’m also wondering why the surface of Venus is better mapped than the floors of earth’s oceans.  And I’m thinking that I don’t typically like short hair, and she is kinda skinny, but I can see the appeal of Audrey Hepburn.  But it doesn’t seem like the time to bring it up.  You ask what my plans are for tomorrow.  I give you you know, the usual and curse writers block.  To myself.  I’m not sure if any answer I could give would ever satisfy me.  I’m not sure that I really care what you think.  It’s not you or you or you or you.  It’s always me asking.   Maybe at the end of the day today, I’ll have a good answer.  Though the fact that I’ve already checked whether or not any hockey games are on is probably a bad sign.

0 thoughts on “wriBLOCKters

  1. You don’t like short hair?? What is wrong with short hair? I have short hair and it is fabulous. I tell myself that all the time, so it must be true. Right?

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *