Drained…

My brain is fried by the time I sit at my desk and start to give you bits and pieces of my life. I have all these little stories, experiences that I want to share but when I go to type it up I’ve dumped all gray matter onto the floor. It puddles around my chair and rolls onto the carpet and soaks into the baseboards below. I look at my monitor, peck at my keys and try to put sentences together that read somewhat coherent. Then I hit the delete key over and over again. And again.

Once I do concentrate and put words together, I feel that I should hit the publish button. But wait. I must have a grammatical error. I’m not a writer and will never claim to be one but I want you, my lovelies, to be able to enjoy it. I hope to give you more…soon. But, not tonight babe, I’m tired.