I shut that one off too.

By chance I ended up reading some blogs. I used to read a few blogs. I used to write a blog.

The writers who write to clear some head space are the ones that can still tell a story.

"You should open a bakery."

"You should start a design company"

"You should sell your belts"

I think once you take money for your "art" it changes you. Or more precisely, once you do you art for the money, it changes your art.

I much rather keep my home baked loaves of ciabatta bread special.

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I have the day off from work.

I have no real plans.

I first alarm went off like it always does so I shut it off and waited for the second alarm to shut that one off too.

I think I will fry an egg.

He was always there in the corner

It has been in the house for over thirteen years. I know that because my oldest niece is 13 and the turtle was around before her.

My friend wanted to get rid of it. She had bought it for a couple dollars on the streets of New York. It was cute and small, about the size of a silver dollar. She gave it to her kids and it was named Money.

Money grew bigger and unwanted, I took him.

He would splash around every time the cats were feed because he knew he would be fed as well.

Last year when I went camping, I took him with me.


I just gave Money away. He has been gone for five hours and the house is different without him.

Nobody can tell a story anymore

Nobody can tell a story anymore.

Well not actually nobody, just nobody that writes for tv.

There was actually a story to go with those photos but then the phone ran.

It wasn't a great story but there are bee lavea in those tubes and in some of those photos, you can see a bee.

Saturday