Journal of a Spaced-Out Brain

Autobiography of a Fictionalized Character

2:33 pm
The fiancé is in town with one puppy and I'm home with the other. I'm supposed to give this one a bath but I'll wait until my fiancé comes home. Why waste my alone time on work? Today I want to explore the outer reaches of my verbal expressions, that place where the pain of existence give way to the most beautiful poetry. I'm apprehensive because the struggle is like being a lungfish dragging itself upon the bud banks. It can't be easy switching from gills to a lung sack, supporting the extra weight that is not buoyant by water. Gravity can be a bitch if you're a lungfish. Creativity can be a bitch for an artist.

My dog is licking itself which wouldn't bother me so much if it didn't have to rub it in by grunting and moaning like a maniac. I'm sure it's a pleasurable experience but I mean, come on!