Saturday, October 15, 2005

Don’t you just hate it when…


...you’re lying in bed and think of something that you think is really terrific, but you’re too comfortable (or lazy, in my case) to get out of bed and write it down?

The other night I composed what I thought was a wonderful and witty poem about pirates and kittens. It even rhymed, which is very unusual for anything I write. (I seem to lack the gene responsible for rhyming poetry well.)

As I drifted off to sleep I convinced myself that I’d remember it in the morning, but as you all can probably guess by now, I didn’t. I did have some rather cool dreams about pirates and kittens, however.

So, you’ll just have to imagine it yourself - if you do, in your mind I’ll probably be a better writer than I really actually am, which is kinda cool anyway.