It's a Saturday! Yay!
I'm sick. Boo!
It's October 26, 1991 here in Ohtawara-shi, Tochigi-ken, Japan... and I've just written a short story that scares the beejeezus out of me. And I have more inside me waiting to explode.
Sick or not, I drag myself up out of bed... clean up my apartment (it's not messy to anyone but myself.... but when I feel antsy, I clean...), then sit down and write out my scrambled thoughts which without fail come from a disjointed mind into a jointed story. It always freaks me out when I finish writing and read what I have written. It always surprises and amuses me. I love the process of creating and I love the creation even more.
I go out and rent some videos, come home and stare at my dying bonsai tree. It's a Japanese maple leaf tree that I have slaughtered from too much love in the form of watering. Oh well... sometimes things die. Then you go out and get a new one. It always makes me feel bad that I have killed anything... yet, writing a short story about me as a serial killer - well... I just got all of my angst out, and I feel great!
After writing out three different short stories, I feel better in my head, but my body tells me otherwise.
I get sick again...
Oh... and Ashley went hiking with Karen.
My ex and the woman would wants to be my future... ex.
Where the hell is Junko? I need her to come and look after me.
Oh... and I'll present one of those stories again in 8 hours time in a separate blog. Because I enjoy sharing. Everyone should share! Share my sickness... ayuh!
Somewhere sick, but my brain feels alive with wonderful words and thoughts,
Andrew Joseph
Today's blog title is sung by Canadian rockers Headpins.
I'm sick. Boo!
It's October 26, 1991 here in Ohtawara-shi, Tochigi-ken, Japan... and I've just written a short story that scares the beejeezus out of me. And I have more inside me waiting to explode.
Sick or not, I drag myself up out of bed... clean up my apartment (it's not messy to anyone but myself.... but when I feel antsy, I clean...), then sit down and write out my scrambled thoughts which without fail come from a disjointed mind into a jointed story. It always freaks me out when I finish writing and read what I have written. It always surprises and amuses me. I love the process of creating and I love the creation even more.
I go out and rent some videos, come home and stare at my dying bonsai tree. It's a Japanese maple leaf tree that I have slaughtered from too much love in the form of watering. Oh well... sometimes things die. Then you go out and get a new one. It always makes me feel bad that I have killed anything... yet, writing a short story about me as a serial killer - well... I just got all of my angst out, and I feel great!
After writing out three different short stories, I feel better in my head, but my body tells me otherwise.
I get sick again...
Oh... and Ashley went hiking with Karen.
My ex and the woman would wants to be my future... ex.
Where the hell is Junko? I need her to come and look after me.
Oh... and I'll present one of those stories again in 8 hours time in a separate blog. Because I enjoy sharing. Everyone should share! Share my sickness... ayuh!
Somewhere sick, but my brain feels alive with wonderful words and thoughts,
Andrew Joseph
Today's blog title is sung by Canadian rockers Headpins.
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