I woke up early this morning to the dogs whimpering and thunder. I opened my eyes to a room now flooded in an eerie shade of greenish yellow. I then realize we don't have a basement, so I quickly calculate the time it would take to grab the nearest pets, records, purse and the run for the car. I think my chances on survival are slim.
There is no way to force art or inspiration. I've been sitting here, attempting to write something, anything, for the past 15 minutes...and I got nuttin'. Save for this. Therefore, I am now accepting applications for a muse. No previous experience necessary. Sometimes the unexpected is a blessing.
...as I have escaped work on a break to come home, pet cat, munch on Taco Bell, and stare down bed in hopes that it's actually 7:30am and not 2:15...shit I have to be back in 10 min........why do I tease myself so
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