
sorry about that
dumb thing to say
I meant to delete it
I got to quit while I am behind
its been that kind of night
I almost killed my dog a couple of minutes ago.
he must weigh five pounds
he curled up on my rocking chair and I almost sat on him, I jumped up, broke the chair, knocked the night table over, knocked the lamp over, spilled a diet coke, dumped over an ashtray full of buts
what else can I accomplish to night?
if I become high maintenance I hope the good lord comes down and hits me over the head with a 2 by 4 with a rusty nail in the end.
I will do my best to respect WD's space but I am an awfull compulsive scribbler. Cant dance, paint, sing, make music, write poetry, just scribble compulsively
good night