My creativity curve has hit a flat spot without any means of navigation through the chaos that is my imagination. Akin to sailors adrift in the doldrums somewhere off the coast of Chile, my mind languors. Alas, I beg your forgiveness. I do promise that when I receive the very first indication of a cool breeze blowing my way, I give ya'll a shout out. Is that OK?
My navel is busting at the seams to tell ya'll a new joke it heard, but that's gonna have to await its learning to type for itself or my caring to assist it in getting it here for ya'll to see. End of report.
*That's my story and I'm sticking to it.
Posted by Tiger at March 29, 2005 10:41 PM | TrackBack