Scriber

Now some say, everything we do in our lives, is written down, logged and put away. Most, or none, depending who your talking to (If any but we're going to pretend for the moment, we're all sane) might think that this theory is silly as who the hell would want to spent ones life writing down the nuances of human lives. Although it could end up being a script for a movie, as with looking at some movies, one would be hard pressed to get worse, It's still likely that it wouldn't be that appreciated by the population at large. The question of pay itself would also be raised. It can be either considered a valorous job as you’re an author and all, or a sucky one as you’re stuck with pencil cramps. I say this only because it is more amusing to imagine without computers.

More so, apparently no name Tylenol does wonders to fevers. Sure I had to go up on stage, become doomed and gloomed with the song, then, as if a gift from the side, I was able to leave in all post fashion. Perhaps once the night, or afternoon approaches I might become nervous. Then again, I'm thinking more it will be a feeling of bottomless dread as frankly, I rather not be up there at all. Now if only it would snow. For all or actually no one, as who reads this... I say snow meaning the whole flaked rain ordeal not the storms you see from head and shoulder shampoo commercials. That would be something completely different.


Until the next miserable ordeal,