Here I sit with my laptop on my...well lap. My mind is quite blank and I don't have any witty opinions to share with you. This I fear might be the "Seinfeld" of blogs. With your permission, I might just end up rambling about anything that is passing through my brain. OK, vintage, vintage, vintage. The hypnotic way in which I am repeating this word to myself isn't helping at all right now. I've got the television on, my day is winding down and it's been a busy one as usual. Life seems to be spinning faster and faster these days. Why is that? And why did I put myself on this rat race wheel?OK, it's slowly coming to me like molasses pouring out of a squeeze bottle. A germ of an idea. No, it's gone. The harder I try to conjure up a brilliant thought in my brain, the more it's screaming "uncle, uncle". Some days it's just like that. Why can't the mind be a blank slate those nights I have trouble sleeping? Right now I'd love a gaggle of elephants to pass through my living room so I can say that something really phenomenal just happened. Sipping an alcoholic beverage for the last hour hasn't loosened me up much. Maybe I need to move onto some harder stuff. No, this vice isn't the answer most experts would say.
"...After all, tomorrow is another day" Scarlett said. So true, so true.













