This Will Enrich Your Life

I don’t know what to write on this lamp lit evening. I’m sitting on a couch with ma kitteh. I haven’t been doing much of anything to be proud of – not much of anything to be more precise. I started prepping my parent’s house to be painted. Doing this job alone with out a sprayer is going to be crushing.

My cat fell asleep by me, but now she’s smacking her lips. What gives cat? What gives?

Writer’s block is seldom cured by reading. I’m going to try to write something everyday from now on, although I know this isn’t the first time writing everyday has been resolved.

This is pointless. I don’t even know why I’m going to point it. Blogging is stupid. No one cares what I think or what I write. America is a land of lonely people all narrowly focused on their own little lives – so self absorbed we Americans are that we think our opinions matter so we voice them. This volume falls on the un-wanting.

Unfulfilling.