My Butt is Asleep
I have been sitting here at the kitchen table, on a hard wooden kitchen chair, writing the PTO newsletter since about 10 pm.
And my butt is asleep. Now there's a weird feeling.
After I got the kids to bed and did all the obligatory picking up of stuff and the required stalling and procrastinating and avoiding the computer and the writing in the same way I would try really hard to circumvent a very large pacaderm (elephant?) in my living room, I finally sat down with a cup of black tea and started writing.
Now it's completed. And yet here I am writing here. Like I can't stop writing. Must., Write. More. Words. Must Click. The. Clicketyclicky buttons because it just feels great and it sounds so cool. Clickety click tap tap peckety click.
Nä, nu får det vara nog!
Now it's almost 2 am and I am gonna be so stinkin' tired in the morning!
Got a cool new journal today. I mean, yesterday. Monday. You can see the first sketch in it here.
Ok, good night now. And God Morgon! to you if you are i Sverige.
And my butt is asleep. Now there's a weird feeling.
After I got the kids to bed and did all the obligatory picking up of stuff and the required stalling and procrastinating and avoiding the computer and the writing in the same way I would try really hard to circumvent a very large pacaderm (elephant?) in my living room, I finally sat down with a cup of black tea and started writing.
Now it's completed. And yet here I am writing here. Like I can't stop writing. Must., Write. More. Words. Must Click. The. Clicketyclicky buttons because it just feels great and it sounds so cool. Clickety click tap tap peckety click.
Nä, nu får det vara nog!
Now it's almost 2 am and I am gonna be so stinkin' tired in the morning!
Got a cool new journal today. I mean, yesterday. Monday. You can see the first sketch in it here.
Ok, good night now. And God Morgon! to you if you are i Sverige.
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