I’m trying to get my head around so much right now and my brain will not settle on a single thought.
For instance, it’s taken over 30 minutes to write that one sentence. Usually, my blog posts are in and out in under 30 minutes. Apparently, my brain has employed the Domino’s pizza delivery method.
So, since this blog post will not be fresh, hot and delicious in under 30 minutes, you get it for free!
Also, the Rolling Stones are providing my internal soundtrack right now and won’t stop telling me ‘I’m A Monkey‘.
My anxiety is off the charts, even though the changes I am facing are good changes. It appears that anxiety does not know the difference. I can’t even eat.
You know, you should just look at the silver lining. Not eating equals not so tight jeans. -the monkey
It might seem like I’m getting off track here, and honestly, that will probably happen at least a dozen more times before I’m finished. Because remember, I’m a monkey.
Anyway, I am not a fan of cryptic and vague messages. You know, like the people on Facebook who vaguebook, either say something or don’t.
That being said, I’m being vague. But only for a little bit, I promise.
You must think very highly of yourself if you think anyone cares. – the monkey
I can’t really talk about the changes I have coming up. I wish I could tell you that I have a fabulous book deal and I’m going to live out my days writing while people wait on me hand and foot…but I don’t actually have a book written, so it’s not that.
Why don’t you have a book? Do you even have a concept of how many words you’ve written on your blog or for fuck’s sake, on Twitter? You could have written a shelf of books by now. – the monkey
Here are a few things that I can tell you about:
I got published in the Huffington Post again. I was so excited to see one of my posts there for a second time. I convinced myself that the first time was a fluke. Now that they’ve accepted two, maybe I was wrong about the whole ‘fluke’ thing.
Who says a fluke can’t happen twice? You may not be flukeless, you know. – the monkey
Also, on Saturday, I am popping my nerd cherry and attending my first Comic Con. I’m not dressing up, though. I’m just going to look at the other people who will be dressing up. I’m sure I’ll be walking around with my mouth hanging open. I’ll also have a notebook and a pen handy. I’m suspect I’ll be inspired a dozen times or more.
You’ll wear a Doctor Who shirt though, won’t you? Lame. – the monkey
Thank you for listening to my incoherent ramblings. I will try to bring it back to my normal level of befuddling words next time.
And could one of you please muzzle this fucking monkey?