I turned on the machine, chatted with a friend, and just felt like writing something. If you don’t want to waste your time, I suggest you stop reading now. Cliché…yuck!
I don’t have any specific idea in my head, or any overwhelming emotion. I just…felt like writing. Hasn’t that ever happened to you? Ok, maybe not specifically writing, but sometimes you just feel like…umm…singing. You aren’t particularly happy, or sad. You aren’t even in love. But you just feel like singing.
Or walking, or talking, or laughing, or hitting someone on the head.
People who really know me know I have this annoying habit of slapping people across the back of their necks. It can get real irritating at times. But sometimes, I just feel like, umm…contact. And any other contact can be so easily misconstrued. Whose gonna misconstrue a slap on the neck…well, now I come to think of it…but that’s another story.
Someday I’m gonna write a novel. A love story. Or a story about a girl whose life is totally screwed up. But writing a novel is something that requires patience. And if there is one thing I’m not, that’s patient.
I have to get to work in a while. I really don’t want to. Most people will say, “Well, who ever wants to”. But that’s not true for me. I like my work. I’m pretty independent, which is good, cause I’m not that good a team player…I tend to get bossy. And there are days I really get into my work, and I love it when I write some code that’s really great. Or churn out a module that I know is good.
Okay, if I want anyone to even attempt to read through this, I’d better stop here.
Thank you if you’ve stayed with me so far. Next time, I’ll try to churn out something a little more meaningful.
Disjoint Wisdom 