I had a good idea for a blog post earlier. At least I think I did. I don't think it would have been as good on screen as in my head, though.

It's friday.

I suppose I shall feel all empty inside during the weekend. And when it's over I shall be sad.

That's not a good attitude.

Well, I'm tired.

That's no excuse for a lapse in

What?

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Pandora isn't playing the song I want to hear. I don't know the name. I just heard it once when I was organizing papers.

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I feel like pacing. Maybe it's the music. Maybe it's the beat of the t.v. in the other room. My sentences are boring. I want them to flow, to link hands with one another and glide through the story. They kind of skip-shuffle and crouch awkwardly on the page.

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Blah.