stream of conciousness.  a new concept for our blog, i’ve never attempted it.  i’m medicated and it sounds a bit insane, i have an excuse.  the concept is to type whatever comes to your mind while you are writing.  no order or point, just whatever you are thinking at the moment.

my tooth or actually lack of a tooth feels funny in my mouth, there is a crater the approximate size of the grand canyon in there.  the bleeding has slowed but still taste yucky, i gag on the gauze.  according to the lovely dentiist lady i make too much spit.  i told her i am an excellent spitter, it’s a fact.  richard just showered, he smells good, the old man part on the side hair do is doing me in, pain meds are helping ease that … i can’t really focus on his hair anyway.  maybe i should shave him bald tonight, i could claim amneisia and blame it on the drugs.  or fall asleep with the clippers in my hand and him wake up without an ear or a nose.  might ought to skip the clippers.  i was grouchy at my entire family today and now i feel bad about it.  i apologized.  my daddy let me come stay with him while the rest of my family went to church cause he was worried about me being home alone.  i have the best dad in the world, he waited on me and snuggled a blanket around me on his couch, he even made janie move so i would be comfortable … i slept soundly on the couch with him and janie sitting in his chair beside me.  security rocks.  i dislike missing church, i missed my youth tonight, i missed my mid week hugs from my senior lady friends.  i hope they know how special they are to me.  my house really is a mess, i don’t care today.  i can’t smoke, that sucks. bloody gauze make me throw up.  sundrop is a life line.  my pajamas are cozy.  i am covered in soda cracker crumbs.  i’m worried about whether or not i will feel like working tomorrow, i don’t like missing work unless its for something fun.  i want to sleep tonight.  i read a quote i fell in love with today … i think i will share it with you:  by Erma Bombeck that says, “When I stand before God at the end of my life, I would hope that I would have not a single bit of talent left and could say,’I used everything you gave me.” my eyes are heavy, i keep crying which is really weird, i usually only cry in church, at any funeral whether i knew the person or not and at hallmark commercials.  i wanted to punch an idiot square in the mouth at the exxon today and almost did.  jail would not be good.  ignorance annoys me, especially ignorance in the name of being holy.  do we have clean clothes for tomorrow?  i have no clue.  i should check.  I should go to bed.

grab a comment box and try it … it’s very theraputic,  just start writing nothing with no point begining or end or logic in between.  i dare you to try it.  take a walk on the wild side and entertain me.

what is the picture of?  can you figure it out?

me.