Maybe a Little Spazzy

SO MANY THINGS

I have so much excitement. Where do I start? I don't know!

I had an excellent day of staff development; we have a lot of really excellent people – plenty of idiosyncrasies but all great people.

Then I got to help a friend move. Moving is some of the best exercise. I'm really surprised more people don't volunteer.

With going to a gym, it's not much fun and you have to pay.

With helping somebody move, there are often fun people. People like you. People often feed you! And it's free!

Painting is awful though. I hate painting. But I was glad to paint for my friend, but I hate painting. It's a process.

Then church, and I like church. Well, I like the church, God's people. For a long time now, I haven't been especially fond of Sunday morning activities, but the restoration it has effected in my soul cannot be overstated. And I like the peoples. And then I met Steven's girlfriend, and she's positively delightful. And Steven is positively delightful. And his family is positively delightful! I met them! They're delightful! And they're delightful. Then I woke up on Monday – that's today. And I don't like waking up ever unless it means I'm going back to sleep. But then jobby stuff was good. And then I tutored, and she's learning things! And it's all too much excitement! It's probably a good thing that I'm wonking tired; otherwise, I'd be 100% effusively odious.

And Dexter (my dog)! Even Dexter is delightful is his really obnoxious trying-to-bite-you-a-little-bit way. I just want to give everybody hugs or candy or math lessons or poems or !

Oi.

Too much.

I should take a nap or do laundry or write my book or take a shower or play a video game or watch a movie or take a nap or mess with Dexter or eat some ice cream or write a poem or write a random story or play my guitar.

I already started laundry. I'm doing taxes this Saturday. I'm really not too worried if I haven't written a poem for a year; they'll come back in due time. My neck hurts. I'll go eat ice cream. Maybe. I don't know. Yes? Perhaps.

Dang gum, I have to buy my painting supplies. This is not like painting-walls-one-color painting. This is artistic, colorful, palette painting. I'm excited! And tired. And sore. And excited! And thirsty.

Ok, ice cream time.