Neat Paragraphs

This week, it's been a slow one.

With many happenings that I deem too boring to tell.

Dot.

You see, I'm facing a "oh-damn-what-should-I-say-next-that-would-be-cool" moment.

Say?

I never did get that, why did I just say "say" (there I go again), I'm WRITING, not speaking.

Hmmm...Well, I did have one heck of a frustrating night yesterday, I'll tell you about that.

My parents had to go give a Bible study, but lo and behold, our monthly was not yet done. So cheery little me, I decide to fill in the blanks and offer to finish the monthly for them.

Did I mention my middle name was Happy Helper?

So my mom hands me these papers with the stuff I needed to transcribe, but I ended up doing editorial work on most of the pages, see, my parents' first language isn't English.

I wrote these neat long paragraphs with proper spelling and all, happy I was with my job. I was about halfway through, so I figured I'd plug in my amp by the computer, finish the last half, and then jam while my parents were gone, why not?

Turns out I pulled the plug on the computer.

Bloop. Bye bye, neat paragraphs.

With a hint of frustration (what a stupid MISTAKE!!), I booted up the computer and began from scratch. I wrote up all the neat long paragraphs again, and I was more than halfway through when suddenly the lights started to blink, and before I knew it...Bloop.

Bye bye, neat paragraphs Part 2.

Some snowfall in our area (the first time I've seen it snow since last winter) mated with (raped) something-that-controls-the-electricity and cut our electricity for a bit.

I wished right then that I had short hair.

After my little fit of fury, which resembled an African tribal dance mixed with an attack of epilepsy, I started typing neat long paragraphs again.

Victory!! I finished at last at 2 A.M.

Romans 8:28: 1. I learned a good lesson on patience and perseverance. 2. I no longer need a haircut.

Erg. I'm getting one of those "oh-damn-how-should-I-end-this-post" moments.

Bear with me.

Puppy with me.

Kitty with me.

And if you're a female around my age that's kinda cute...

Sleep with me?

Saying (writing) "outrageous" things, it's my life.