I've been stuck lately.
Blogging is like that; full of yourself one day, chicken-shit the next.
Time for a haircut.
I found a picture of some great hair.
"Is this great hair???" I beamed at the lady.
"I thought I would bring a photo..."
I wish I didn't want hair like ScarJo but I do.
I also joined the gym which was going great till someone turned the music up at five-freaking-thirty a.m. one day.
I left a message in the book:
Oh. Well.
So hey, I cobbled some new guerilla cards together, and will be putting them around Wellingtron this week.
If you find one - stop by and say hi - you in the black with the inside out umbrella . . .
The week started well.
I wasn't creeped out.
I was doing homework for y'all - reading how "9/10ths of our tools for life lie dormant in our brain's toolbox..."
I was trying to access the other 9/10ths of my brain ... eke out life-changing, catch your breath when you hear it, gems that will help you next time you're at Quiz Nite or ... Speed-Dating.
Then I read the evening paper:
Which creeped me out.
What a crock.
Just when I was getting scientifical - much like my Post How To Be A Creative Bastard When Work Is Sucking Your All - the "science" let's us down.
Have you ever been let down like this?
What was it and how did you get over it?
