A pox upon these these accursed new years, with their positively pristine possibilities, their perfectly positioned potentialities, their perennial promise of power and prestige! A large pox, too! A medium or small pox won’t do in this case! For already has the chubby-cheeked 2009 cherub changed into a chuckling, cheerful Chucky chillingly chopping at my chances for change.
Um.
Say, would you please excuse that? I’m terribly sorry for it. I have no idea what that was. I’m having a perfectly fine year. In the past week I’ve written over 30,000 publishable words. That’s 75% of an entire trade paperback book.
Oh, [unacceptably un-Christian word]. I knew this was going to happen.
I’ve broken my brain.
Bummer. Bad beginning. Boy, I better begin bouncing back before blindly and blithely becoming beyond the bounds best
Please help me.
Even though at this point it’s probably useless, join my Facebook page.















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Sharon: Yes, as a fellow San Diegan, I know you share my pain.
John,
We had such a horrible spell of horrible weather at the start of January. That may have contributed to your mental condition. I know I was so cold I put on socks three days in a row…
“Bummer. Bad beginning. Boy, I better begin bouncing back before blindly and blithely becoming beyond the bounds best”
Blimey.
That's the problem, Casey! You are multi-tasking. That should be avoided at all costs. Do the project first, since (I assume) there's a deadline
Bet John's been doing the same thing (multi-tasking). See where that gets you in the long run?!?
personal and my project on evolution for school.
ummmm….boredom???
Latoya: the opposite of boredom, really. Brain bust.
oh no! Make it stop! You'll break my mind if you arent careful- and I really, really, need to focus on my evolution…..
Casey: Your personal evolution, you mean, or just … evolution generally? Either way, for Key Evolution Information, I totally recommend watching Jerry Springer. Talk about … feedback.
While perfectly poised to praise your prose, your boss brain remains buoyant yet broken beyond this fan's fumble-fingered fixing.
Sam: Outstanding! You the man.
A chicken pox on all your houses, John Shore.
Brian: Hilarious/clever as ever. I know! Let's trade brains! Could you Fed-Ex me yours, please?