Brought to you by the effects of Stockholm Syndrome from holding myself hostage for so many years.
Wednesday, October 04, 2006
That'll be the day...
I have been flirting with the notion of escaping this little island. Next week I will be in the desert, so I do get to be away for a bit. I think I heard something pop inside my writing gland. I have totally let people down on the whole Wooderson saga. My serial blogs have died. Somehow this one keeps on chugging along. But, I am having some serious internal troubles that only I can overcome. We all get those moments in life. I'm not going to be a bitch about it, just take it like a man and stick it out.
I've been through these times plenty, so I know the score and what to expect. I think my "popularity" will suffer some. I am going to need your understanding with what I will have to write about in order to get myself in the groove again.
I once tried to check my own groceries out. It didn't quite work out like it was supposed to. Normally, you wait in that line for the checker to give you the bill. Some people hit that express lane. Since I was unsuccessful at checking my own, I have decided to load up as many carts as I can carry, and find the longest line. In fact, you may find me at the magazine rack looking at MAD magazine and the latest Mojo. Hanging out meeting people in the produce section is also good. You can even get free samples of Jimmy Dean sausages.
Just enjoy the shopping experience while you can, because I hear that parking lot can be hell.