April 04, 2005

My bucket has a hole in it ...

and all my good ideas drained right out the bottom of it. Like the tears I shed when I learned of my loss, they ran down the hill in tumultuous rivulets to gather into great streams that surge toward the great ocean of knowledge. Alas, I'm drained.

My navel says that was a bit deep. I thought it was all wet. I'll leave it up to you* to make your own decision. End of report.

*Will the last person to leave the building be sure to shut off the water?

Posted by Tiger at April 4, 2005 12:12 AM
Comments

Really sorry to hear about your ideas dude. Waters off should I hit the lights too? LMAO

Posted by: Raven at April 4, 2005 11:50 AM

Been the same way here too, hon. Just plain blah. No zip to my doo-dah. I spend most of the day fighting sleep. About the only one who seems unaffected by this lack of energy that's going around is Zane. Naturally...

--TwoDragons

Posted by: Denita TwoDragons at April 4, 2005 05:03 PM

I keep notebooks with me at all times because my brain just rejects memories like you wouldn't believe. if I ever lost my notebooks, it would be like a hole in a bucket. Sad indeed.

Posted by: Jay at April 4, 2005 10:37 PM