Deidra Alexander's Blog

I feel like I’m starting to get my writing mojo back. Last night I couldn’t sleep because the words wouldn’t stop. I’m going to record my random musings.

In no particular order:

Someone sighed out loud and woke me up in the middle of the night. I had to get up and help him. I hate it when people make broken-hearted sighs in the middle of the night. Put it on hold and be broken-hearted in the morning.

Took Blind Dog to the park. Two yippie dogs were loose. Blind Dog was barking and growling. I had to pick her up. She went limp, hanging her head in humiliation. Sorry BD, you’re mean.

Someone’s been pawing through my desk and I’m missing two pages written in long hand. Do you know what I do to people who paw through my desk? This isn’t like work where my desk is communal property.

Something sinister is lurking in the bottom of my cup. Could it be just bad enough to take me out on Monday but be over by Friday? Nah, those things only happen in the movies.

To the person who saves medicine bottles – Your Grandmother and mine must have been sisters. I’m saves glass jars.

If one more person asks if I want to watch True Blood, you’re dead meat. What’s the point of recording it if I can’t keep saying NO. 🙂

It must be hard to maintain a stoic image as president these days. Back in the old days they only had to deal with a sketch and the occasional portrait. Now with a thousand frames a second, it’s only a matter of time before someone catches a president pulling his underwear out of his crack.

That’s it, the rest will go on twitter. Let me know if you want to see more or not.

Happy Monday.

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