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Wednesday, September 8, 2004
Subject: Creation, boredom, and brain farts
Time: 10:18:00 PM EDT
Author:  unboundpoet
Mood:  Quiet
Music:  TV blah, blah, blabbity-blah


Colorless photos for a colorless day. The rain I can handle. It's going without sunlight for a few days that plunges me into a funk. We didn't even get a thunderstorm out of the deal! I spent my entire day involved in quiet activities. I washed mountains of laundry, stared out of the window between loads, and ended the day by helping my husband with his Human Images and Biblical Perspectives paper.

He had to choose one of two creation stories in Genesis and write a reflection paper on how the account depicts God and humankind, as well as offering interpretations concerning the human image as created. That was as much fun as a bag of bricks, but it occupied my teeny brain for an hour or three.

We recieved three wrong number calls today. I thought something was strange about three in a day. I talked to the guy the last time the phone rang, and for some oddball reason, anytime someone tried to dial his number there was a message that his number had been changed to ours. Can't explain that one. He lives an hour away from us, but we share the same phone service. Who knows.

I am currently working on something to add to Forlorn Reverie. Sometimes when I write, my brain is assaulted by a barrage of words and images. I scribble some stuff on whatever I can find to write on, then I go back and make sense out of it. Most of the time I write at the speed of light, just flooding the plain of paper with whatever has posessed me at the time. I haven't looked at the scribbles since I wrote them last night.

Actually, I haven't seen them at all because it was black as pitch at 2:30 am. I am one of those wierd critters that sleeps with a pencil beside of the bed to "catch" my brain farts. When I get it all together I will let you know so you can check it out. LOL, I guess saying that I am working on this is really a misrepresentation of my process, but I don't know what else to call it.

I hope you guys aren't as bored as I am.::big dramatic sigh::



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