March 06, 2005

Agonizing irritation of evil electrons

I began, earlier today, to try once again to create my 100 Things About Me. I do not know why I find this so very very hard to do, as I am seldom less than open and honest about every mundane matter dealing with myself. So, excruciatingly,

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I worked and worked this morning on a good list. I had put up No. 25 and some poltergeist took control of my fingers so as to send whatever electrons were necessary to make everything I had worked on all morning disappear into thin air. Viola! I was not amazed. I was knocked flat on my back and fell into a stupor, lazing away the day doing nothing of importance. Taking a cue from my dogs, I spent most of my time snoozing, except when I felt the need to eat, drink, or .... It is about all I can do to write this report. There are times when I get so infuriated with computers. Life was so much easier when the worst thing that could happen was that your dog are your homework.

I would have less trouble producing that 100 item list if my navel was not the editor in chief for the project. It's really hard to work for such a harsh taskmaster. I have to beg askance for everything I want to say. Will I ever complete this project? Begging helps. Jes' sayin', ya know? End of report.

Posted by Tiger at March 6, 2005 09:58 PM | TrackBack
Comments

Maybe you should appoint another body part in charge, just this once.

Posted by: Jay at March 7, 2005 01:07 AM

Just maybe your navel does not like you telling so much at one time so just tell a few things at a time. Like maybe 10 or 115 and keep adding until you would have 100...then just maybe it might be a little easier to get along with if not to hell with it I guess,

Posted by: Agent Victoria at March 7, 2005 01:30 PM