Stream of consciousness Sunday
The Lorso gave me this idea last night to type for 2 minutes straight and not delete anything except for typos. So I’m sitting next to my yellow timer and I’m just going to do it. This may be the worst idea since pantyhose. Like already I’m out of things to say. Except that I’m all alone at home, something that never happens. Which is great. Because I can do whatever I want, which right now is writing this really shitty blog post. I’m so fun! No seriously, I think I’m going to jack up the music and
WOW. Two minutes is not very long.







4 comments
This is where the theory of relativity, time and space etc comes into play. 2 minutes can be ETERNAL during: earaches (especially someone else’s who is screaming while you hold them), waiting for scarey lab results, or during the meditative silence in church and your tummy is rumbly…..
I sure do love your blog.
You are funny even under pressure!
how about a little less blogging and a little more scrabulous, hmmmm?
LOL
I would have thought you would be grateful for a break from the TROUNCING I’m giving you. Ooooh. Scrabble smack talk. Eat it.
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