October 10, 2006

I joined this to encourage me to write. I wonder if writing in a cheap one-subject notebook would have been better for me. Maybe not because I get writer's cramp like nobody's business. Sorry I just stopped to clip my nails. Always a distraction comes up and keeps me from my task at hand. I had to clip them because it was difficult to type with long nails. Anyhow there is always a distraction and always an excuse.

I was trying to keep all the nails in one neat pile but they somehow ended up in the floor. Now do I want to get down on my hands and knees and go through the carpet looking for my nails or do I let my husband step on the pointy ends and get angry. Hmmm. Well I'll decide later.

As a writing exercise I'll attempt to create a sensual object (no this has nothing to do with sex, that is someone else's blog) and give you an experience (again nothing to do with sex). Right not I am hearing my husband (passtheword) consoling my infant daughter. She was crying but I think she is distracted, either by him, the t.v. or a bottle. I can hear a little of the tv but nothing detailed to distinguished what is being watched or not watched. I heard someone outside hit something. This makes me think that my older daughter or son is tearing something up as they do on occasion. And of course I hear the constant whirring of my laptop (in which the monitor is on the blink). I'm looking at a monitor that I purchased at a thrift store. It works pretty well. I'm sitting at and old desk made of particle wood. The varnish is coming off in places and there is a place where the layers of "wood" have chipped off due to a drink that my husband used to put on the corner without a coaster. There is a lamp on the corner that is really too big for the desk. Then there is my unmade bed (I'm not the housekeeper). And then my very tired part-hound dog. Notice that he is not "full" but just a "part". Apparently he got the part that was tired all the time. Tigg is a good dog, and we have to get on to him for trying to sneak a kiss on the baby. I smell nothing out of the usual. Even Tigg is not emitting an offensive odor.

My feet are squarely planted on the floor with my right toes somewhat tangled in some of the computer wired. My fingers, now properly clipped do not seem to have as much problem typing. My arm is slightly uncomfortable on the desk edge, but I'll live with it. I'm wear shorts, so although sitting in this wooden chair isn't a problem now, when I stand up it will feel like several inches of skin will still be attached to the chair.

Well I'm going to end this for now and hopefully will have more interesting stuff to describe. Like when I went to the airport and the guy and girl behind me got into the discussion on what was better Dunkin Donuts or Krispey Kreme. So deep. Well I guess I'll choose my channel. I wonder if they have one for "whatever". "Live & Events: Boring" sounds like it!

Bye, World (not ending "it all", just the article)