Really, it’s her fault for being in the way.
I hope no one reading this ever gets in a car crash. Cars are among scariest things I’ve ever seen, and I’ve flown on airplanes through storms.
But hey, at least I don’t have to worry about being hit by toy cars. A stick person’s not gonna do much damage even going fast if they ram me, so…huzzah for that?
Don’t question it, it just works.
I swear, I have the worst sleeping posture in the world.
Pain is a good lesson?
Parents, here’s a question for you: do you let your kids make mistakes? If you see your child about to commit a non-life-endangering but potentially-painful-and-or-embarrassing stunt, do you let them do it?
Old school thinking is that pain builds character. I disagree. Pain builds bruises. Character builds character. Let’s not mix the two.
The lines become blurred as darkness…
Tired. Finished working a bit ago — sleeping soon. Check back tomorrow for a special moment. Poem written just now:
As darkness defines my inner fears,
My lost causes and memories dear–
Do I dream of waking?
Or am I sleeping?
Sleeping is best done without singing.
Have you ever slept in a hammock? I have. I woke up in the middle of the night and fell onto the ground. On purpose.
My point here is that hammocks might be fun to rest in, but not to sleep in. Like trees.
Read it again, Pirate!
I really need a portable sign like this. It would help whenever I want to take a nap, which is often. Speaking of which: English. We have to respect the period, the comma, and figure out how the semicolon works.
I hate alarm clocks.
Has anyone noticed a certain lack of cohesion or detail in recent pictures? I feel like my job which exhausts me takes a toll on all things, including my ability to be creative, funny, and draw.
Coming back from work I can safely drive, think, even shop for an hour or two. But when I’m back in my home I literally crash. I’ve talked about it before, but the worst part about being that tired from work is that it affects my ability to write and draw. Now, being tired is one thing but affecting my writing? Unforgivable.
Still, one must work to eat and eat to live so you can continue to write. I just need more sleep so I stop dreaming of freaky alarm-clock monsters. If one attacked me now, why, I’d be so tired…I’d probably still smash it into the ground to vent my excess fury.
Don’t wake her up either way,
After a big post about creativity, let’s talk about being tired. Not sure what kind of jobs you lovely viewers have (or if you even need a job), but I work a morning shift from 4:30 to 12:30 each day.
That means I get back from work and sometimes I’m so tired I just fall asleep where I sit. Eating, on the computer…the body just shuts down.
Needless, to say, that doesn’t make writing any easier. If you’ve got a job, writing is a hard hobby. Just my observation — but I’m still writing because I’m hooked.
Mental state: uncertain.
Am I well in the head at the moment? Be sense minds are in currently broken. Sleep is necessary.
I may also be on the run from the cops right now.
That picture yesterday killed my hand and my brain. Or maybe I’m just tired in general. My point is: if I was a robot, I could just plug myself in and feel better. Then again my electricity bill would be through the roof…rest well everyone!
Some days we need a recharge.
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