A primer..

I've hit a brick wall.  I have to write, like, an encyclopeda's worth of school papers from my absence recently.  My lung decided to go on strike and life came to a screeching halt.  So today I have decided to dust off the ole creative machine and squirt a little creative juices into folds of this foggy, med induced semi-coma I've been in as of late.  Gotta prime the pump..

I think the problem is that since my body is at rest, which I absolutely loath, my mind insists that it must take up the slack.  I mean come on, one part of me, at the very least, has to be stressed.  Even a simple task, such as writing in this invisible blogsphere is a chore.  My mind flits back and forth between topics, my to do list and it's addendums (cause they ain't no way all dat junk gone get done today!), rehearsing the series of nightmares I've been having and what could they possibly mean...  sccccrreecchhhh.......hold up..back on task..

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Ok where to begin... gotta do research..

But..what are we having for dinner tonight?  What is that smell?  I forgot to brush my teeth this morning.  Whaa?  Cheetos hot fries are the bomb.  But NOT better than Andy Capps, and saying so would be borderline blasphemy.  I gotta get my oil changed.  Why is that "tire low" light still on after I've added air.  Guess I gotta get that checked too.  Do I have laundry detergent? Yea.  What about dishwasher tabs?  I should probably go check.  Hey look, cookies!  What time is it?  Oh great, the kids will be home in two hours.  I'd better get busy.  I gotta find some time and energy to clean the guest bathroom.  I think something is growing in there.  Do I have gloves?  Where are the gloves?  I gotta pick up some shampoo.  You know what I really want right now?  An authentic ICEE like they used to sell at Kmart when I was a kid.  Boy, you know Kmart has really gone down hill over the years.  Haha and those blue light specials that would scare the bejesus out of me when the siren and lights would go off like I stole something.  Man, those were the days!  I gotta take the trash out, tomorrow is pick up day.  But no really, what is up with these nightmares?  I mean, its like I'm running from something...uh oh....and whats up with the hobbits/gnomes that insist on saving me?  Gnomes have always freaked me out.  They are kinda like little clowns.  Freaky.  I should get one for the front yard.  Maybe that will help me overcome my fear.  Hmm..do we have a gnome store here?  Like, where could you even get one? Stttoooooooppp.....

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But wait....there's more!  If you act now you can still have time to think about a thousand other things that don't really mean a hill of beans while life passes you by.  And by taking advantage of this important offer, you get a lifetime supply of guilt for your lack of self control and the fact that you completely blew it.  Better act now, seating is limited!


Ok enough is enough!

So it worked!  Now I feel competent (no, really)!  Nothing left to do now but the work.  I am glad however, that I took some time to blog.  Its been five months since my last post and boy have a lot of things changed.  My life has become such a rollercoaster, as in I'm upside down and backwards screaming in horror most of the time!  But I'm grateful.  Without the chaos I would be so bored.

Hopefully I will find the time to maintain this outlet a little better. I've got so much brewing inside of me just dying to get out.  We shall see.  Til next time.