Sleepwalking my way through life: Pulling air



Pulling air

15:00

My my my. This Blogathon event is turning out much harder than I imagined.

“Half an hour to write a post?” I chuckled to myself as I read the website, clicking carelessly on the various links to set up my charity. “No problem. I can do that while sleeping.” I told myself smugly.

Oh how wrong I am.

It is only two posts in and I have already run out of ideas. Well, that is a lie. I have the golden idea of a post to write which I am now forming in my mind as I type, but it would only make sense in the depths of night when the sandman tightens his grip on me.

I never actually thought about how long it takes to write before. It is only a mild chore to churn out a thousand word essay the night before it is due, but then again I forget that the mild chore usually has me working from six to half four in the morning.

And now I finish this entry so I can make the futile attempt of making another. And by ‘make another’ I mean ‘pull one out of my ass’.
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1 Comments:

At 3:07 pm, Anonymous Jules said...

Multiple golden ideas, Joe. Multiple.

 

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