Ramblings...

So lately I have been trying to read a lot to get my mind in the writing mood. Whenever I'm not near a computer, I can think of a hundred things I want to say and write. Then, when I come to write...nothing. I guess I just wonder how writers have a constant flow of data just stored in their brains to write all day. Believe me, I have plenty to say. How do I say it in a well-mannered well-respected way? Should I just blurt whatever out and see what happens? My brain half the time feels like a scrambled egg and that's not from drugs. I don't do drugs...anymore! Like for instance, right now I'm thinking of how I feel about my job, how I love it, how I hate it, what I want to do about it, the people who work there, the problem with being on a diet....see the problem here?

I just turned twenty-nine....WHAT? I know I look really good for my age, but still. Who at twenty-nine have no clue what to do with their life or can at least cross a few options off. I can't even say if my job offered me a promotion if I would take it. Most people would say "are you crazy? Who doesn't take a promotion?" Plenty. Crazy scatter brained people like me. What if I told you it was just a profession where they pay you good money to make other people feel good about themselves by allowing them to yell at you about something as small as the color of a substance they will forget in one hour? Would you still say I was crazy or would you say those people paying you are crazy....or would you say those people yelling are crazy? The people yelling are crazy of course. They have my vote. Hey PEOPLE...listen...you eat three meals a day...if your steak is a little underdone...it's not going to kill you. We could go on all day about this but that's what most of my life consists of right now so I will spare the details.