Sometimes blogging every day is tough.
Coming up with something interesting to say day, after day, after day.
Not that I think I’m interesting all the time.
Well, I’m interesting to me.
There are times however, that I get down to the last five minutes of the day with not a whole lot to say.
Like right now.
It was a good day but five minutes isn’t enough to give it justice.
So this will have to do.
I realize I’ve written several fragments here.
I don’t really care.
This is how my brain works.
Pretend it’s poetry.