I suppose it’s one of those days again. Days when you have so much in your mind and not enough brainpower to put it all together. At this point I’d credit the post-alcohol induced mental state I’m in, then again…I didn’t really have much to go for the day before either. Maybe of all the things that are happening in life, not all of them are actually things you can put into words. How can you anyway? Some things are best left unsaid. Some secrets best kept in the company of confidantes.
I suppose for now it wouldn’t really matter. It is the weekend and I’m supposed to enjoy what little free time I have of my holidays. Though I am starting to wonder what would happen if this block strikes me during the Blogathon. It’s not exactly something I would be willing to consider at all really. Still…I’m a worry-wart. That’s what I do. I worry.
I suppose I could do another ChickyBabe, get all the random thoughts out of my head and into the world. Then again…whatever is in my head is far from being random anyway…and as I said, some things are best left unspoken.
I suppose I could turn around, get up and get busy living. Nobody wants to hear the ramblings of a tired, weary blogger unless they have absolutely nothing better to do. We all have our chores to settle, so we might as well get to them. Yeah, it is time to get busy living. The only other alternative is to get busy dying. I don’t think I would like that. Do you?