That is because I am dead.
In a ditch.
Covered in snow.
You may or may not remember back about a month ago when I talked about how we all went crazy because snow stuck for a day. Well, since then Snowpocalypse hit the southeast and Georgia has shut down. I have been working from home all week.
That may sound nice, but I have been trapped in my bedroom for a week straight. I was going to tell you about the adventures I had last weekend, but now all I can think of is my wall.
My bedroom wall. It's all I see. It's all I know.
I have vague, distant memories of things other than my bedroom wall. They come to me in dreams. I remember a thing we used to call "The Sun." It was glorious. But I also remember fighting ninjas on an Aztec temple. Dreams can be like that.
I should tell you about that one sometime.
Anyway, point is, I'll be back to my
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Blizzard Haiku
Warm bedroom prison
Eternal winter beyond
Cold oblivion
5 comments:
You cannot be dead; I'm sorry but I will not allow it. I refuse to live in an Adam Jones-less world.
Hmm. Are you working tomorrow night? I was thinking about hosting a Falcons party where my friends bring me beer.
Katie - All right, fine. Just for you. I'll resurrect myself, but however bad it gets from here on out is all on your head.
Pecanita - Sounds fun. Shoot me an email with the details.
Grr. It never worked out and I did not ignore this on purpose. We will try again soon. I keep forgetting to check the comments on here. I will now add the RSS feed to my outlook.
Sorry!
It's okay. I'm hanging out with Mareta on Friday 1pm-7pm. Feel free to join us if you're able.
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