I got up this morning after lying in bed for a good half an hour, blinking and thinking. A number of brilliant writing ideas came to me, poetic and simple, and they stood in an orderly line, waiting for their turn to be written down - immortalized - by me.
When I came out into the kitchen (where the computer lives... it knows well its destiny as a snack and surf altar) I stepped into the corner of a cold, 14 square foot puddle of dirty rainwater.
Sigh.
Half an hour later, after an intensive cleanup effort, all my brilliant writing ideas had scampered away into the forest, and were mocking me with giggles from behind the trees. Evil little brats.
Not an encouraging beginning for the weekend.
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