I must be really sleepy because, I was thinking how strange the word "refuse" sounded. Refuse...I refuse.
Why the word tickles me or anyone else for that matter is beyond me. But, I'll take it. It's warm outside, but it wasn't hell hot like it has been. I refuse to worry about the ice caps melting. It's not worth it and what can I do anyway. Refuse. R-E-F-U-S-E.
RE: do over. FUSE: a thing that you light on fire.
It never sounded funny before. But, being sleepy has a way of distorting my time space continum. So, maybe my perception is off.
The washing machine is making this low pitch base squeaky humming noise. I guess that's what washing machines do when they are washing. I refuse to worry about that too. I'm tired.
I'm happy that I can write this blog and not really care about ...uh... refuse, to care about what anyone things. All kinds of people write all kinds of things on the internet. I refuse to read and get upset about it.
I want to go to bed, but I said, I promised, I vowed that I would write something everyday. I drove home vowing to take, my neighbors youngest son his book bag that he left in my car but my foot refused to let me drive to their house. I was just too tired and my eyes refused to see everything clearly.
I could have sworn that the hot bath that I took, took about a half hour, to take. But, it looks like only a few minutes have passed. Damn, that time space continuum.
It's really hard to write with your eyes close. I know the fingering on a typewriter or keyboard, but I'd like to see what letters land on the virtual page.
My kitty Stormy, didn't come back after running away the Friday before last. I'm kinda glad she's gone. I don't have to feed her anymore or clean up her stinking cat box. But, I miss her and if she does sho up at the door, I'm going to get a swithc and whip her but.
Good night y'all. I refuse...YAWN!
Why the word tickles me or anyone else for that matter is beyond me. But, I'll take it. It's warm outside, but it wasn't hell hot like it has been. I refuse to worry about the ice caps melting. It's not worth it and what can I do anyway. Refuse. R-E-F-U-S-E.
RE: do over. FUSE: a thing that you light on fire.
It never sounded funny before. But, being sleepy has a way of distorting my time space continum. So, maybe my perception is off.
The washing machine is making this low pitch base squeaky humming noise. I guess that's what washing machines do when they are washing. I refuse to worry about that too. I'm tired.
I'm happy that I can write this blog and not really care about ...uh... refuse, to care about what anyone things. All kinds of people write all kinds of things on the internet. I refuse to read and get upset about it.
I want to go to bed, but I said, I promised, I vowed that I would write something everyday. I drove home vowing to take, my neighbors youngest son his book bag that he left in my car but my foot refused to let me drive to their house. I was just too tired and my eyes refused to see everything clearly.
I could have sworn that the hot bath that I took, took about a half hour, to take. But, it looks like only a few minutes have passed. Damn, that time space continuum.
It's really hard to write with your eyes close. I know the fingering on a typewriter or keyboard, but I'd like to see what letters land on the virtual page.
My kitty Stormy, didn't come back after running away the Friday before last. I'm kinda glad she's gone. I don't have to feed her anymore or clean up her stinking cat box. But, I miss her and if she does sho up at the door, I'm going to get a swithc and whip her but.
Good night y'all. I refuse...YAWN!
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