Here's my (current) list of things I have to do before I can write ...
Hang up jean jacket. The wind is rockin.
Save page. The lights are flickering.
Drop Sweat suit in the washing machine. Odors linger.
Pick up coat. It's about to get wrinkled.
Put batteries in CD player so I can listen to music. (Without my computer having a panic attack)
Discard old batteries. So they won't trick me into thinking they still have energy. (About as much as I do right now.)
Clean off my desk. Clean all the papers off my desk. Find some place to hide them. Ha!
Reduce noise level. The TV is blasting. >>>>>Mute.
Straighten quilt on the bed. I hate wrinkles.
Spread a dollop (or two) of cream on my face. To deter wrinkles.
Put my little purse in my big purse. The less purses I see the better.
Put shopping bag in closet. So I won't have to think of buying something else. More shirts, more shoes, more cargoes.
Vacuum the rug. So I won't see crumbs. So I won't have to think about food. (At this late hour)
Lay on the bed -- put my head -- on the pillow. Oh the pillow.
Think of what I'm gonna write . Think of what I'm gonna write .Think of what I'm gonna write .
Write. Yeah-- write! Ye-ah right.
Note: The previous post was written after this one but it was so much easier to post that almost- mercurial thought than the unedited version of this one.
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