7and8

I have writers block. My mind keeps going but going in circles. I feel so cagey that I want to write about it. I sit down and the keyboard is as constipated as the mother-in-law without her morning prunes.
Write through it.
Write what you know.
Write through it.

Good thing is there isn't that much drama to require venting. I think I'm going into a holiday emotional hibernation/end-of-year thought production retool changeover.

Then there is the elusive laptop. I have been talking about a laptop for at least two and half years. I want something very specific and I will have it one day, oh yes I will. I don't know what this new hobby item will do for me or how it will benefit the human race but I know I will be enamored with it for at least a few months. Could I turn it into money? Hmmm, na!

So I keep looking for this laptop and a job. Neither of which I can afford right now. So I spin further. The day-to-day is going well but damn. If you are familiar think of it as the most moderate yet longest nicotine fit you've every experienced. I have had this feeling for about a week. If I don't go stir crazy I will be forced to drive someone else insane. Sorry Pam.

I wrote earlier of brevity. I violate my own standards now because I have no point so ha ha.