Hither Etc.

Blah. I don't feel like writing, but, as always, it's been too long since last I wrote.

I almost left it at, "it's been too long," but I put a lot of energy in trying to dodge "That's what she said!" opportunities. I overuse that dumb phrase. You overuse that dumb phrase. We're dumb, but at least I hate it.

Humor?
Nah, I'm not getting into that.

It's warm by the way – very warm. Sweltering? Definitely humid.

Whither are those people walking? Whither are those people driving?

Hither: to here
Thither: to there
Whither: to where
Hence: from here
Thence: from there
Whence: from where

…just so you know.

Is it nap time? I want a nap. I always want naps. I don't know what I really want. I say I want to write, but I whine myself out of it most of the time.

I wrote an essay today! Basically, you use words poorly. Also, stop using God's names in vain.

If I wrote my book instead of whining, I'd have a finished book by now. Blah. Convictions. I'm off to Werbel . . . . ..NO, yes. I don't feel like it. When will I feel like it? When I feel like it; that's when. Piss-tank spleen-monkeys.

Here I go. Wish me luck.

Luck doesn't exist. Pray for me.