It has been exactly one month between writing things I like. Before that, a month. I have to be honest: I'm only inspired when a woman walks into the room.
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Monday, September 24, 2012
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Yes, and I am only inspired when someone I care about dies or is gravely injured. (And even then the writing is lacking, unlike in your case.)
ReplyDeleteI'd love to say something inspiring or cheerful that would make you feel better. Hm. There are lots of women at Southern. The potential for one of them entering a room you occupy is very high. You can probably get them to do so more than once a month.
There. I totally fixed it.
Suggestion: moving sidewalks.
ReplyDeleteApparently I'm only inspired when something truly bothers me.
ReplyDeleteMaybe that's the case with all of us, except that different things bother us. (Back to homework go I.)
Look at that. Once again, I seemed to have killed the commentary.
ReplyDeleteWrong. Merely a day late and a dollar short.
ReplyDeleteStory of my life, it seems.
ReplyDeleteI feel you.
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