I'm keeping on keepin' on. Over forty days gone on this thing.
Before I write about not writing for the day (or hey, maybe I actually will, I don't know), let me mention briefly that I had my world shaken today. I went into a 7-11, and passed by the donuts (kudos!), but didn't pass by the sodas (kurses!) . . . and then I stopped.
Above the Slurpee machine, I saw this sign:
See anything shocking about it?
Look closer.
There comes a time in everyone's life, when they wake up in the morning, and realize they're in the wrong major, realize they can't live without heroin, realize there is no God, realize they're never going to get that promotion at work, realize they're over the hill, realize there are more years behind than ahead, or realize it was no accident Chad just happened to be at the house that day Marjorie called in sick. It changes your world view, opens your eyes, makes you see the world in an entirely new way, and slaps you across the face with a truth that you've been wrong for so, so long.
Apparently, the plural for Slurpee . . . is Slurpee.
I may never write again.
Rish
P.S. I did end up forcing myself to write, just a bit, at the end of the day. Just a few lines in another insufferable Star Wars sketch. But hey, it counts.
Words Today:179
Words Total: 31,949
No comments:
Post a Comment