6:32

The fact that I haven't posted since April Somethingth has been weighing heavily on my conscience these last few days. I tried to post yesterday. I really did. Only I got caught up in trying to alter my template, and you know how it is: you spend years deleting and resetting and gong insane and by the time you've given up you're so sick of the computer you're considering going Amish. Atleast, that's the way it was with me.

It's six thirty two a.m. right now. Contrary to public opinion, Veget is not a chipper sparrow in the early hours of the morning, nor is she ever a chipper sparrow. The fact that it is before nine o clock only adds to my dull, lifeles quality at the moment. It's six thirty four, now. It took me two minutes to write like three sentences, and that's typing about sixty words per minute. The receptors in my fingers are currently receiving nada from my brain.

I stared out my window for inspiration a second ago. Artists and musicians are inspired from simple stuffs (the song "Yesterday" came to Paul McCartney in a dream, you know). I only wish everything came to me in a dream; that would be a brilliant excuse to sleep all day.

whats she doing? the lazy bum, she's been sleeping for thirty nine hours!

shhh!!! don't wake her! veget is being creatively inspired right now. she'll wake up and paint the Sistine chapel!

whoever said that is dumb. the chapel has already been dealt with. the only fault in my plan is that people would catch on once i started waking up only to do something uniquely human such as feed the cats or watch tv or something. Then again, type a few random words and throw in sporadic spacing and I could create a beautiful free verse. That might be a better bet because even if no one understands it the majority of the world like to say they do.