the mailbox is closed I'm sorry, I won't be sending anything today. I don't have a thing to write. I think my mind is blank, empty, drained, or plugged. Maybe it's just too cluttered or noisy to find what I'm looking for. I'm not a very good housekeeper. I can't describe it, but I'll know it when I see it. I think I will. It would make everything so much more complicated if I wouldn't, so I'll assume that I would. An insubstantial foundation is better than none at all. That's my philosophy, or it would be if I had one. Maybe it wouldn't. I hope I didn't burn anything out. That could ruin my whole week. I have an old penny and a shiny rock, if nothing else. I know what things really are valuable and I know what things just cause you to worry about the possibility of losing or breaking them. No, I shouldn't say that. I'm not sure I really do. I really wasn't trying to mislead us. I honestly believed it for a minute, but then I opened my eyes again and saw that I'm still here. Then again, maybe that's good. I wouldn't know. How could I? Anyway, I'm getting off the subject of why I won't be writing, so I'd better stop. |
