No fervent harassment of the silver, smudged keyboard in an attempt to capture images and emotions in prose and poetry.
Nope, not even the slightest urge to recount the ridiculous antics of my PW group mates. Although what I can remember is enough to make laughter bubble up to stretch my lips in a grin, there are just so many things that words cannot do justice to.
Isn't it remarkable how the headquarters of somatic control, the conductor of comprehension, the power generator of conciousness, known otherwise to sensible laymen as the 'brain', can swing from one pinnacle of emotion to the next with the most tenuous prococation?
One would expect that if even our cells, microscopic collections of of micro microscopic organelles, had regulatorary processes in replication, transcription and whatnot -
No. I am incoherent today.
I have never wanted this blog to be a diary of petty, self indulgent rubbish - barring the occasional anecdotes of my life, my other entries ( I hope ) have -
have -
have what?! Added literary value? Does that not sound supercilious? Contemptuous of journals and condescending?
I just don't know.
I am disgustingly disjointed. How irksome!
Utterly abhor these perplexing instances of uncreativity.
Lackadaisical lethargic indolent
somnolent
my current state of mind.
Oh, the wonders of Haagen Daaz belgian chocolate and cappucino truffle ice cream.
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